Thursday, December 23
NATIVITY I was Mary once. Somebody big as a beginning Gave me trouble I was too young to carry, so I ran Off with a man who claimed Not to care. Each year, Come trouble's birthday, I think of every gift people get They don't use. Oh, and I Pray. Lord, let even me And what the saints say is sin within My blood, which certainly shall see Death—see to it I mean— Let that sting Last and be transfigured. (Jericho Brown)