Rebecca is a fellow writer friend I’ve known for years now.
Her poems have been published in Crucible, Tar River, Bay Leaves and other magazines and several anthologies, including Line Drives: 100 Baseball Poems.
She recently moved back home to North Carolina with her husband Paul, a retired United Methodist minister and writer.
Last Friday evening after our dinner, she gave me a lovely Christmas card with a poem enclosed that she’d written. Today I’m passing this blessing along to you.
"But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart." -Luke 2:19
By Rebecca Mitchell
A mere girl, fourteen or so,
visited by the Lord himself,
above all others chosen.
How could it be? Who would believe?
Joseph did. He took her hand
and her heart, kept her and loved her.
Times were hard and treacherous.
There was no room.
Still, she trusted the Lord
to provide for them
and the God-child growing within.
King of kings
Lord of lords
Prince of Peace
Light of the World
and the Life
Consider Mary, delivering a son.
To her, he was beautiful, pink and warm.
She kissed his toes, nuzzled and nursed him,
felt his sweet breath on her skin.
Knowing he belonged to his father
and to all the world
for all time.
Peace and Joy!