and joseph wept…

By John Blase | December 7, 2011 |

As mother and child slept I cut a

corner from his swaddling clothes,

what a tailor might call a swatch.

For years I kept that rune round

my wrist, the fabric pierced by

a linen band I plaited myself.

I looked down one evening and it

was gone, no doubt the cord broke

in the course of my day’s work.

I wept that night for the texture

of memory was lost and now I,

like you, must strain to remember.

Carolyn Counterman on December 7, 2011 at 5:28 pm

That was all Daddy-ish and stuff. Wish my Daddy felt that way about me.

- thebeautifuldue on December 8, 2011 at 4:39 am
  
  Carolyn, that was sorta daddyish, wasn’t it…I’ve got a soft spot in my heart for Joseph.
  
  - Carolyn Counterman on December 8, 2011 at 5:59 am
    
    As an adopted child, I’ve always had a soft spot for Joseph too.
    
Lindsay on December 15, 2011 at 2:26 am

John, Though enjoying Touching Wonder for another season, I love your recent poetic thoughts for the season. We’ve been “putting ourselves in the shoes” of different characters in the Christmas story. Makes it seem both fresh and new…

Tabatha on December 21, 2011 at 12:12 pm

Lovely.

- thebeautifuldue on December 21, 2011 at 2:41 pm
  
  Thank you, Tabatha…