image of God

It was your love in Mary
when she swaddled the arms and legs
your weak, involuntary
muscles could not brace.

It was your love she carried
when she cradled the helpless head
that knocked against her, wearied,
after you were fed.

Because you are the stronger
who cradles those who fall;
the highest of the higher
who stoops to brace the small;

and you became the weaker
who needs a strong one’s aid.
And you became the hunger
for which you are the bread.

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