A Teenager

On through the desert

on a donkey she rubbed her aching back

and panted through the spasm

in her stomach as the long

ride and poor food, and

a long laden pregnancy were 

stretching her system.


He walked ahead of her

and turned to check,

she saw his smile and

tried to return it but he

turned back; and the 

ever ready tears dripped down

her face leaving muddy

trails as if, the ever present

flies, had left muddy footprints.

She longed for the journey

to end; and for a rest

from the endless jolting

thirst and pain, and the 

night long, day long plight.

Disgraced and denied a bed

a troubled teenager in childbirth,

Mary’s tear filled soul cried 

and called on a gone God;

and in the emptiness of

an absence, the child pushed 

hopefully, seeking a way through

to the shambles, and together 

they brought the baby, bereft

of a father into the filth; and 

the sound of the animals

calling, comforted them.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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