Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Old Simeon's Blessing

on this radiant child.

I'll smear his head 
with bitter oils, cool 
his brow with the waters
of paradise, 
and with sweet incense
raise to heaven
his soul!

...but I fear for the life
my failing eyes foresee
how the rich of this land
will fear him, strike him down,
covet even the air
he breathes,

and you, daughter,
the soldiers will pierce 
your tender breast
with heavy swords
tear an open wound
deep in your heart, 

to be a sanctuary
for all the mothers
of all the children
yet to be slain.

Most blessed
are you, my child, most holy
is your name.

ref: Lk 2:34-35

(7 Jan. 2013)

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