New Poems by “Pink Shoes”
This month we feature two new poems by a pseudonymous blogger who writes at Pink Shoes in the Pulpit.
Words
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This month we feature two new poems by a pseudonymous blogger who writes at Pink Shoes in the Pulpit.
Words
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This month we are pleased to offer visual art and poetry together from two different artists, Mary Allison Cates (who created a series we featured in Advent) and Heidi Koschzec.
by Mary Allison Cates
This month’s Christ and Creativity feature…
Storytime
They thought I was one of those teenage mothers who turned out all right.
But the county health department nurses didn’t know
that the young tornadoes in their waiting room
were only mine occasionally.
Both settled on my lap,
sister on one leg, brother on the other,
and I breathed unwashed blond hair
with every page of Berenstein Bears.
Home stayed home.
Hyper, Punch, and Kick took the afternoon off.
I was the Mama and Papa Bear hug that ends every story.
“Read us another one,”
tamed cubs chanted.
Occasionally, heaven visits earth for an hour.
The nurse told them how lucky they were to have a mom who reads to them.
“She’s not our mom!”
they yelled as they raced out.
But I could’ve been, wasn’t I?
Today we feature two poems.
MaryAnn writes:
“Last December I decided to write a series of poems inspired by beloved Advent and Christmas hymns. It was a great spiritual discipline for me in the midst of the busyness of the season. I remember sitting with a cup of cocoa and the Presbyterian Hymnal, reading carefully the hymns that we (ok, I) often sing without absorbing the words. The images are a rich treasure for the spiritual and poetic imagination.”
May Christ be born anew in you
this Christmastide!
they looked up,
and saw a star shining
in the east
beyond them
far—
it hung fat in the
sky
and taunted them
for days.
when they moved,
it slid alongside,
when they stopped
and turned, it halted too
and winked like an
idiot.
no-
eloquence
in its message: approach.
no-
elegance
in their response:
buzz off,
swatting it;
but a few sighed:
all right.
we’ll go that way,
just to get you
off our backs.
so they turned,
faced off with the light,
and walked a
lingering day and night,
but the further
they traveled, the more the beckoning star
remained far,
far beyond them.
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