It occurs to me that in the midst of our confusion
with so many reasons to despair
we seldom understand the
breaking in of God’s presence
always
arrives
in the birthing of a child
always
born an unlikely voice
from the undercard
of life’s champion fight
and that voice
yours or mine
even
always
says something brave
feet
yours or mine
stand the ground of love
refuse to be vanquished
always
that unlikely child
grows up
again and again
to bring the weary world
comfort
and
joy
Into each life/ Daddy would say/ and I would answer some rain must fall/ thanks to Ella and the Ink Spots/ for the wisdom of the ages/ not happy wisdom/ placating wisdom/ for sale elsewhere/ not of that ilk/ like the wheat and tares /growing up together/ like Que Sera Sera/ another saying oft told/Whatever will be/ will be/ the wisdom of my aging/ comes back to me/ straightens my backbone to face the odds/ the words of the song quoted with shake of head/ and loving eyes/ living on in me
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