• christmastide: this day after

    by  • December 26, 2014 • incarnation • 3 Comments

    My friends, Burt and Julie, are celebrating the wedding of their son tomorrow. Several years ago, I wrote this poem remembering the birth of their daughter. Today seems a good day to look at it again.

    this day after

    Some time after seminary my
    best friend, Burt, got married;
    then a few more years and
    they had a child. I remember
    calling one day; he answered,
    saying he was lying on the bed
    looking at the baby. I asked,
    “Do you ever look down and say,
    ‘You’re going to stay here?’”

    Something about this day after,
    this morning beyond the manger,
    that reminds me God chose to
    come into the world not fully
    formed. Jesus looked up from
    the straw much like Burt’s baby
    from the bedspread, more
    enchanted, perhaps, that he
    could chew on his toes than

    with what he would do later on.
    I was two weeks old my first
    Christmas; almost six decades of
    Decembers have since passed
    (twenty-five more birthdays than
    Jesus had) and I couldn’t have
    imagined that I would have to
    span two centuries to get from
    Corpus Christi to North Carolina.

    Jesus considered lilies, cleansed
    lepers, and chastised leaders who
    thought they’d cornered the truth,
    but not before he’d been a boy,
    a teenager, a young adult; not before
    he had increased in wisdom and
    stature. And that first morning,
    Mary might have looked and loved,
    and said, smiling, “You’re staying.”



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    3 Responses to christmastide: this day after

    1. Julie burleson
      December 26, 2014 at 7:31 pm
    2. December 27, 2014 at 7:54 am

      I love the poem. Thanks for sharing it.

    3. amy davis coplen
      January 9, 2015 at 7:49 am


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