I thought I knew pain
That night in Bethlehem:
Wave upon wave
Of unrelenting agony;
And the cloaking loneliness
As I longed
For the women of home
Who, disapproval aside,
Would have clothed me
In their nurture.
But that anguish
Paled into insignificance
When, years later,
A sword pierced my soul
As I held the lifeless body
Of my son
In my arms.
I did not yet know
That resurrection
Would come.
Poem by Jeannie Kendall, reproduced with permission
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