As my breath vaporizes in
the air
I hear the splash of water
on stone
Lining the roof are grand
sharp icicles
Leaking tiny water drops
They shimmer as they fall
And I think of a far off
place
So completely different
from here
I think of a young woman
Approaching a well
Perhaps echoing drips of
water
As I could hear
I think of her surprise
To not only find water,
But an heavenly angel
greeting her
Saluting her as the Mother
of god
What a mix of emotions
there must have been
Knowing rumors would
emerge from town
Knowing death could result
Knowing she was an
imperfect mortal woman
Yet feeling joy that the
Lord was on His way
Feeling honored to be
chosen
And to be entrusted by God
What a humbling moment!
As I exhale again
And watch the vapor of my
breath
Spread throughout the air
I see a babe
Held against a mother’s
heart
A babe who would one day
Give His life for me
Because she gave hers for
Him
Commentary:
When I look back and read this poem, I think about my choice of title and for what reason I chose it. It seems to have nothing to do with what I'm talking about. Clearly, as those familiar with the Bible, I am speaking about when Mary came to the well and found out that she was chosen to be the mother of Jesus. There seems to be no reason why I should be connecting my breathing vaporizing in the cold air and this story. One vital part of living is the need to breathe and so I used the visual breath in comparison to life. Mary gave, or rather, lived her life devoted to her son's nurturing and care. Thus as I live and breathe I am reminded of the sacrifices made for me and should never underestimate the significance of that.
It is amazing as I think back and look at all of the things I have been entrusted with. I am amazed at all of the things I was responsible for and sometimes feel gratitude for the trust both God and people have put in me. Sometimes I wasn't so great at handling it, but sometimes the times were amazing. I often don't feel like I don't deserve it, and as in this story I feel humbled as they support and encourage me.
Commentary:
When I look back and read this poem, I think about my choice of title and for what reason I chose it. It seems to have nothing to do with what I'm talking about. Clearly, as those familiar with the Bible, I am speaking about when Mary came to the well and found out that she was chosen to be the mother of Jesus. There seems to be no reason why I should be connecting my breathing vaporizing in the cold air and this story. One vital part of living is the need to breathe and so I used the visual breath in comparison to life. Mary gave, or rather, lived her life devoted to her son's nurturing and care. Thus as I live and breathe I am reminded of the sacrifices made for me and should never underestimate the significance of that.
It is amazing as I think back and look at all of the things I have been entrusted with. I am amazed at all of the things I was responsible for and sometimes feel gratitude for the trust both God and people have put in me. Sometimes I wasn't so great at handling it, but sometimes the times were amazing. I often don't feel like I don't deserve it, and as in this story I feel humbled as they support and encourage me.
