What if the pregnant Mary came to me
Would the child quicken in my throat
Or strike me blind and speechless
Or would she put me at my ease
Sit me down and take my hands
Into her comprehending hands
Where nothing need be said
Everything known everything forgotten
Everything given everything taken away
Darkness would gather around us
And our hearts would break
And mend and break again
Until the last sun would wake us
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