"En Caul" by Dana Stone
(for Ro Perrault, Easter, 2017)
I held a newborn,
at our Easter vigil
at our Easter vigil
tonight and his blue-grey
eyes latched onto mine,
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
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,
eloquence of thought
and speech.
clarity of feeling,
and with a pinch of
cinnamon
brought healing.
What blessing will those
supernatural gifts,
eloquence of thought
and speech.
clarity of feeling,
and 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,
seat in church,
where we were singing
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