Saturday, April 15, 2017

Ro's Eyes

"En Caul" by Dana Stone
(for Ro Perrault, Easter, 2017)

I held a newborn,
at our Easter vigil
 tonight and his blue-grey
eyes latched onto  mine,
never leaving my face.
Was this the blessing I'd
been looking for?

 Born
"en caul,"
wrapped in the
amnionic sac,
a pleasing package,
to be sure.
What gifts will the little one
bring us this Easter night?
Would he set us on a journey
with illuminating light?

Long ago, people believed
the caul would deliver
supernatural gifts.

Poets  coveted
 it for its power to bring
 eloquence of thought and speech.
Clarity of feeling,
and a powdered
caul with a pinch of cinnamon
brought healing.

What blessing will those
blue grey eyes 
bestow on me?
We looked at each other
for so long that
I hated to turn away,
but returned to my
seat in church,
where we were singing


"O church, come stand in the light

Our God is not dead, He's alive, He's alive!"


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