Friday, December 11, 2015 … Shoot of Jesse, Key of David, Desire of Nations

O gnarled Root as well as fragile Shoot,1293122737
who reminds us
that the sap of hope and humor
flows in those who walk
among the holly-thorns of dementia —
come and honor
those who have told the story.

O Key of the shelter where homeless
and the battered dwell,
where children at risk
are doing their home-work,
Key of the half-way houses,
and sober homes,
Key of death row, of refugee tent,
of under the underpass
cardboard box —
come and open,
that no innkeeper may turn away.

O Desire who cries for the breast
in borrowed diapers
and an indiscriminate manger,
across all borders,
you who are of no politics
and all people,
of no nation and all justice,
of no religion and all faith,
come and stand in our road dust,
in our star dust,
in the dust of our magnificats.

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2 Responses to Friday, December 11, 2015 … Shoot of Jesse, Key of David, Desire of Nations

  1. Very, very nice. I was holding-out for one more stanza.

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