*Image attributed to Renee Sheridan
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Poem By Christal Cooper: If Jesus were to give HIS mother a Mother's Day present this is what I imagine HE would give her
Chris Rice Cooper
Poem and Image Copyright by Christal Rice Cooper
by Christal Rice Cooper
She dips the cloth
in, out of the water
twisting the cloth,
rubbing it against itself
placing the cloth over the flat stone
protruding from the Sea of Galilee
not quite warm beneath the sun
the flow anointing the flat rock
like oil on King David’s head
shining like silver.
He grasps the washing beetle
bludgeoning the cloth
bacteria splatter in the air, the water.
They know cleanliness comes at a price.
She clenches her teeth to silence her sobs.
She’s learned to ponder all things in her heart.
He listens to her eyes. ponders their words.
He removes the wet cloth,
gently guides her to the flat stone
kneels at her feet, baptizing the cloth
In the Father, dry
the Son, brand new
the Holy Ghost, vibrant
purple, red, and blue garment
not even angels holy enough to touch.
He grasps the garment with both hands,
and embraces His mother’s hands.