And you pray
for help, one day at a time, sweet Jesus, as the mantra goes.
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Poetry
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At the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception, Washington, D.C.
She is the quickening, the leap of faith;
she the tabernacle, mother of the world.
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Our Epiphany
Because they left, they could arrive.
Because they searched, they could find.
Because they wandered, they discovered.
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INCARNATION
What did she know of birthing?
Despite dear Joseph’s steadfast love
she’d need to do this alone.
