.
A baby boy
was born
and died.
(There were 33
years in between,
but if you’re a mama
like me,
this is all you see.)
How then can we
proclaim
the angel’s words,
wrap ourselves in
hopeful wings?
See that manger?
It’s empty.
See that tomb?
He is not here.
Raise
your hand
to cast your fear
and feel your heart
-beat. That hollow, holy
place alone
is where he makes his home.
..
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
“A baby boy was born and died” – so true that if you are a mother this is all you see. Because you were there and know the work involved and know that every single one of us starts out as such. And then there is life.
Your last stanza is so true.
Beautiful.
I think the disappearance at age 12 would have been a pivotal moment for Mary, realizing he was no longer hers. Every mother must go through that — coming to understand, on a deeper level, that her children belong to God.
I love the double meaning in this:
“Raise
your hand
to cast your fear” … Jesus is absolutely a cast for our brokenness.
Beautiful poem, Whimzy. Love it!