But when the time arrived that was sent by God the Father, God sent his Son, born among us of a woman, born under the conditions of the law so that he might redeem those of us who have been kidnapped by the law. Thus we have been set free to experience our rightful heritage. You can tell for sure that you are now fully adopted as his own children because God sent the Spirit of his Son into our lives crying out, Papa! Father! (Galatians 4:4-6 The Message
Mary dozed along on the donkey,
swaying and sweating under layers of wool
and the relentless sun, brooding
over the life within by day,
rolling beneath the stars
and ripe baby weight by night,
seeking comfort, and taking it
in the touch of Joseph’s hand,
the crook of his elbow beneath her head…
in the memory and the promise
that echoed down the starry dome.
Joseph burst out laughing
feeding the donkey there in the stable.
Mary turned preoccupied eyes up and questioned.
“I was thinking, sorry, that this
is not exactly the place I would have chosen
for the birthing of the promised one…
the coming king…the savior of our race…”
The donkey shifted under
Joseph’s hand and nosed the feed bag.
Joseph poured the grain,
a silver moon-stream, into the trough.
“And I was thinking what a good
thing it was I didn’t have the choosing!”
Joseph knelt in the straw by her side.
Her hand came up and out to grip his left,
burying the pain in his carpenter’s calluses,
while he brushed, with the other,
the hair from her cheek where it clung
in the sweat and the tears.
He smiled despite himself,
and between times,
so did she.
He wailed in the sudden absence.
And then the nipple brushed his cheek,
he turned, blind butted, opened,
and was swallowed by the warm
sweet certainty of mother’s milk.
“Y’shua…” Mary murmured.
“God saves us…” Joseph stroked the downy cheek.
And the shepherds found them so…
believed the miracle,