Madonna in Black and White

With dawn as a background,

the cold rain falls

on an almost autumn day;

we call "winter" in the desert.

 

Through the open window seen,

she is so lovely.

A white shawl covers

her silky black hair;

under dark-winged brows,

her smoky crystal eyes

seem to see the future.

Her sad, sensual smile

contrasts the creamy child-curves

of her sweet face.

A plain black dress

strains

to cover the bulge

of her unborn child.

 

She is a child with child;

and reminds me

that long, long ago;

in a desert far away,

yet very like this desert;

lived a child-woman.

Long prayed for daughter,

born to wealth and ease.

 

This child with Child

told of Visitation

by an Angel,and a message.

People two thousand years ago

were very like people today;

most of them snickered,

thought she was promiscious

or maybe, crazy.

Some laughed and taunted her.

 

When Joseph married

this pregnant child,

people assumed

she was luckier

than she deserved.

 

Poor little girl,

married to a carpenter

she scarcely knew.

Burdened with Child,

forced by the dictates of Rome

to travel to Bethlehem.

 

There,

in a strange town

in a stable;

no bed to lie in,

no midwife to help her,

no Mother to comfort her;

aided only by Joseph,

a husband she did not know;

but strengthened by the memory

of the Angel's message,

this woman child,

this Virgin child

gave birth to her Child.

The Child,

Brother to all mankind.

 

A Child born of a child,

a young girl's act of Faith.

The world's very first,

and finest

Christmas gift.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I wrote this for my Mother the christmas before she died.

Reviews

[sarah]

awwwwwwwwwwww I love this it soooo well written I really really loved it good work!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

what a beautiful gift for your mom~