His mother’s voice
through his mother’s womb
gave away his presence, his nearness
his being, so close, so close
a life not yet breathing air
sensing another prenatal life
growing, living, already divine
already being prepared to sacrifice
one to announce and one to save
two cousins, on a preordained course
to change the face of humanity
greeting long before the Jordan
while yet in the wombs
of a virgin and an old barren soul
conceived miraculously,
two uncommon boys,
long hoped for,
over centuries
to fulfill a prophecy
a promise from God
December 24, 2006 14:27
Luke 1:39-56
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