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Among my thoughts on Good Friday through Easter morning....















The Gift

©Shers Gallagher 2016
[excerpted from Uncommon Boundaries ©2012 ] 

The air sighed and breathed life into a virgin womb.
So soft was its pain, cut off and transformed to life again, 
a life in foreign exile.

A leper was born to a colony of misfits and halfwits. 
An outcast, inflicting self to take on the shame of others:
inflicted with their wounds, laying claim to their sores.

Born so human, so debased to family crude in its ways.
Its cry was heard and tears shimmered in the heavens
as a gaze turned away from love’s perfection. 
‘Farewell,’ the ancient starlight whispered.
‘Goodbye,’ echoed the cosmos.
And joy was given to a colony sick in self, embittered fruit.

Grief poured out and sighed into song.
The wind carried the message that what was momentarily lost
would not return void.

This was known and predicted at such a sorrowful turning.
The heart, the soul, the core of being was born
only to break it.

The barter was in blood,
the ransom high, 
the family lost to be found again.

Such cost, such care – such was the child.
He wrapped himself into a gift
to be found and loved that day.















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