SWEET BABY JAMES: Mary's Song II

My soul is magnified within me. I see what has been veiled – a secret thing untold by angels – how love can grow and stretch you after you thought you had been filled to overflowing.

I see you – swaddled in the smells of home and innocence, wrapped up in my mother’s shawl, enfolded by her arms, all voices low, whispering a son is given.

I see you – fully man, fierce like a lion tracking the truth, pacing slow in shadows cast by the light.

I see you – how hard it is for you to wear your name after he has gone before you, and all that you have yet to bear because of him.

I see you – how you have mimicked holy ghosts, not knowing who you might have been if not for him – not knowing if, broken and spilled out, your offering will ever equal his.

You are the image of your father.

I am telling you the truth. Only God is good. Do not let the fear of being less than him stop you from being who you were made to be.

I am the lap where God knit you together. You are one of the blessed.

No – maybe angels did not sing when you were born. But I did.