Roy William Gotaas
Joseph To Mary, After The Birth. - Poem by Roy William Gotaas
The nightmare was not simply that I stood in bedlam,
Not the noise and jostling only that oppressed me,
Or the pawing adulation of the visitors.
The real horror was that I couldn’t rise,
To match the roaring gift of your eyes.
The pigeon should be an eagle, who brings these words.
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