Grace Walking: A Poem for My Children
1. The words of the mother as concerning the children. 2. And it came to pass in the tenth month of the twenty-seventh year that I was met by the first messenger of God, called Mercy. He was the son of the morning; strong in stature, mighty in spirit, and great was my rejoicing in his laughter. 3. In the third month of the year of the Apocalypse the second messenger was brought forth unto me, and his name was called Faith for though he was given to uncertainty upon his deliverance, his hope remained steadfast. He was a lover of justice, and I delighted in his smile and in his sharpness of mind and sight. 4. Unto me in the second month of the 32nd year, was the third messenger delivered and her name was called Compassion, for she beheld the Suffering of Man wth sympathy, and cared deeply for all things that grow and that have breath upon the face of the earth. 5. In the third month of the thirty-fifth year did the fourth messenger arrive and though I had grown tired and weary, he lifted me up. His name was called Love. His voice was strong and powerful and he was mighty in his fervent joy and affection. 6. And lo, I looked upon and beheld them as they fellowshipped together and I knew that it was good. And the name by which I called them was Grace Walking for they were the love and mercy, faith and compassion of God to me-ward and I cast my eyes upon them and am blessed.
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Okay, THIS is a poetry style or “form” I have not yet seen (outside the Bible, obviously). Adore what you did here. The language, fitting that style, and the way it moves, beginning to end. In my experience, it is hard to approach poems for your children, as well, without drifting into what might look or sound saccharine (for me, anyway, in my attempts). You did well, Jane!!
Thank you Joseph! I appreciate that – it is hard not to be saccharine or overly sentimental regarding them. I tend to gush. It was fun to try and do that without doing that.
Preach it sister. I’ve never seen this before, outside holy scripture, as Joseph mentioned. Love the phrase “given to uncertainty in his deliverance”…. was the delivery difficult? It seems as if you’ve hidden facts in the folds of this garment. I could be wrong, absolutely wrong. Just reading it was a pleasure. The choice of equating Mercy with Son of Morning, that struck me — truly did. It inspired me, in fact.
Yes there are facts inside – the delivery was uncertain because my doctor was an ass (pardon me but he was). I hadn’t thought about that when I was writing, it all just came out – in this particular case this baby looked at me when he was born with a expression that said, “Are you sure you’re qualified for this? I guess I’ll give you a chance…” Which essentially continues. Son of the morning was to say he was literally born just after midnight.
Thank you for your comments.
I especially love the justice lines. In fact I am so struck with it all.
Thank you K. Bruce
I would love to be one of your children reading this poem. Very unique and well done.
That made my eyes well up. Thank you.
This, a divine revelation
Thank you Jim!
Such sacredness and joy created with every element. I love this piece.
Thanks so much, Sue!