Recognition
Luci Shaw
Meditation Process
Who on earth saw
him first, knowing
truly who he was? Belly to belly, when
John, prophet
in utero, distinguished
in the natal soup the fetal bones, the body
curled like a comma, eyes tight, skull
packed with universal
wisdom,
this unborn cousin began to dance.
And when she,
birth-giver—
her ordinary vision arrowing down between
her legs through
pain and straw to her son's dark,
slime-streaked hair, to his very skin, red
with
the struggle of being born—she lifted him
to her breast, kissed
the face of God,
and felt her own heart leap.
Copyright ©2007
Luci Shaw
