Saint Mary loved Saint Joseph most of men;
a wholesome aura lit he in their home.
She clasped the Torah when he breathed 'Amen, '
and smiled at heaven when he spoke 'Shalom.'
When Joseph and his cousins held a bris,
Madonna brought the sacramental wine;
and when he plumbed the blue nocturnal bliss,
no brighter ray than she presumed to shine.
Would Mary have objected had she known,
when Joseph tutored mitzvot to the Lord,
he groomed him to ascend King David's throne,
and put impious Caesar to the sword?
The question turns on different kens of Christ:
How best to cleanse a garden, cockatriced.
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