An offering from my husband, Curt, the occasional poet.
Pushed and squeezed
Drawn and dragged
Washed and wrapped
Baptized and robed
Clean and safe
Forgiven and kept
A child is born
A son is reborn
…of water and the Spirit
I especially like the lines, “Stressed contractions, offensive preaching,” that there are two meanings to it. So truthful and straightforward.
How moving!I read it through quickly and then back again more slowly… to savor.What a gem.
It reminded me somewhat of Luci Shaw’s poem entitled *Labor*.Curt’s layout is crucial to the meaning. Love.it!
Powerful and full of truths!
That is amazing, wow! I need to write it down.
it doesn’t happen often, but it did here tonight at 10.42 … reading this, honestly, my breath stopped. these words literally took my breath away.thank you seems so small. both for Curt, and for the One deserving of such praise.