Joseph

Specifically poignant because some translations of Num 11:12 have Moses asking if he is a "foster father" (others use the term "nurse").


In the desert, Moses sighed
Raised his voice to God and cried
"Release me from this burden, Lord"

"I'm not a father," so he said
And, tired of those he had led,
He'd rather face a deadly sword

Skip past fourteen hundred years:
Another father-figure's fears
When he heard news of his new wife

But unlike Moses, he accepted
His new role as he protected
Mary and her child's life

But the twists do not end there
As Jesus, under Joseph's care
Would also ask for drink and food

Across those same Egyptian sands
He carried God in his own hands
This gracious, silent man of good.

A poem for February 14

I don't want to sound sanctimonious

But the vibe for this weekend is odious 

I'll go further and say

The Real Saint of the day

Is a pair: Cyril & Methodius

A Sonnet of Michael

A Sonnet of Michael
by Matt Dunn

“Defending us in Battle,” What’s that mean?
I don’t see any evidence of War:
No swords or shields or fire that I’ve seen.
So what is all of this protection for?

Are wicked snares abounding in my sight?
How often are you casting into hell,
Those prowling spirits which you daily fight
A once proud race that sadly (through pride) fell

My life is comf’trble, is this a fluke?
Or is it only so because of you
As you enforce God’s heavenly rebuke
Through all the noble work your armies do.

I ponder now, with all I do not see
How frightening (without you) my life could be.