I stand alone.
Alone as the angel
Gives me as task
Of costly obedience
Which my love for God
Will not make any easier.
I stand alone.
Swaying as the first waves,
Contractions
heralding greater agony to come
Wash over my exhausted body,
Spent already
From the journey.
I stand alone.
Joseph’s encouragement
Somehow not touching my isolation:
As I comprehend
That this is a journey
I only can make.
I stand alone.
Seeing the kindness
In the old man’s eyes.
Hearing his words
That a sword would pierce my soul
And knowing
It already had.
Poem by Jeannie Kendall, reproduced with permission
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