Mary’s SongFrom “Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation”By Luci ShawBlue homespun and the bend of my breastkeep warm this small hot naked starfallen to my arms. (Rest…you who have had so far to come.)Now nearness satisfiesthe body of God sweetly. Quiet he lieswhose vigor hurled a universe. He sleepswhose eyelids have not closed before.His breath (so slight it seemsno breath at all) once ruffled the dark deepsto sprout a world. Charmed by doves’ voices,the whisper of straw, he dreams,hearing no music from his other spheres.Breath, mouth, ears, eyes,he is curtailed who overflowed all skies,all years. Older than eternity, now he is new. Now native to earth as I am, nailedto my poor planet, caughtthat I might be free, blind in my wombto know my darkness ended,brought to this birthy for me to be new-born,and for him to see me mended,I must see him torn.