Smiles, young Miryam,
a fleeting shadow in the eye
from the pain of gifting life,
a dance of Her pupils
for that little Miracle
who holds Her pinky in His hand,
and Her everything in His own
Stares, young Miryam,
with eyes which probe my soul,
and dares to hand the Child to me,
speaking softly, and solemnly,
“Will you take Him,
and hold and cradle Him,
and cherish Him, the most welcome guest?
Or, perhaps,
will you take Him and shout at Him,
like if He was guilty
for all the pits which made you fall,
for all the wrongs you sowed, yourself?
Will His fragility
become your easy chance
to ignore His infinite within
and let Him fall,
when the blue ball still holds you?
Or, will you reject my offer,
not caring about Him,
not caring about the one you used to be
imploring you to have mercy?
Will you turn away,
away from this love
between a Mother and Her Son,
wishing us to be lost and forgotten
in the darkness of the past,
when it will be you,
the one who will get lost,
in the darkness where
no love is to be found?”
How hard can it be,
to hold that Child in your arms,
and let Him remind you
of how to be a child, again,
and dream of a cloud
reminding a seagull
with nothing but endless blue sky
above?
(c) Daniele “danbergam” Bergamini
Picture and drawing: Pixabay
Image editing: myself
Merry Christmas, everyone!
May we not fear to welcome that harmless Child in our hearts, amen.
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