Nativity Poem
Thursday, December 24, 2009 at 12:01AM 
Roses, funeral flowers, November 2009
The Nativity
by John O'Donohue, from Conamara Blues
No man reaches where the moon touches a woman.
Even the moon leaves her when she opens
Deeper into the ripple in her womb
That encircles dark, to become flesh and bone.
Someone is coming ashore inside her,
A face deciphers itself from water,
And she curves around the gathering wave,
Opening to offer the life it craves.
In a corner stall of pilgrim strangers,
She falls and heaves, holding a tide of tears.
A red wire of pain feeds through every vein,
Until night unweaves and the child reaches dawn.
Outside each other now, she sees him first,
Flesh of her flesh, her dreamt son safe on earth.
Wishing those who celebrate the Christmas holiday a blessed day of love, light and warmth with those near to our heart!
P.S. I recommend clicking here to listen to author O'Donohue's lilting brogue reading this poem.
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