what she thought
that night
when heaven
and her body burst open
poured out
Love covered in the skin of a tiny baby
tucked gently into her shaky arms.
I wonder
if all the long stares
and whispers spoken
as she walked by clearly round
and newly bound in a marriage vow
all faded into background noise
the moment she kissed his small head.
If while the manger was brimming in scarlet,
her labor cries piercing a dark night sky,
immediately glittered star-silver-beautiful
when she first fell deep into his eyes.
I wonder if she long treasured
more than mighty words to come promising His greatness,
simply sat soaking in the sweet smell of Heaven
freshly dusted on the softest skin
she'd ever felt on her fingers
her lips
her heart.
