She’s absorbed in the gift she holds,
this infant sign.
She wears the trace of a smile,
as innocence will do.
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“Look at him,” she is thinking.
It is a mother’s “Ecce homo.”
Does she dream of his future weight
when she upholds him?
The infant lingers in bliss,
with eyelids closed.
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7 years 7 months ago
"Madonna" is lovely, but if I may suggest incomplete. After reading it, the first thought that came to mind was "where's the rest of it?" Jesuit Poet Torrens, how about filling it out?
James Caruso
7 years 7 months ago
Thank you for this. Inspiring. Transports a person instantly to that imagined particle of priceless time that most surely must have been.
7 years 7 months ago
It's so beautiful! And so sweet and tender. Thank you so very much, Fr. Torrens.
Louis Templeman
7 years 6 months ago
I am impressed. It is beautiful snapshot. I feel like I got to sneak a peek at a very private moment. Thanks, Fr. Jim
John Kiely
7 years 6 months ago
Lovely, Jim. In the face of such wonderful mystery, you caught the moment. Merry Christmas. John
