Madonna at the Food Pantry
Christmas Eve, 2015
She caught me unaware when she turned around,
Saw my face and exclaimed, “I know you!”
She was indeed familiar, whether in body or spirit.
Coffee in one hand, wrapping her sweater with the other
to cover the growing mid-section of her body.
She was also great with child.
“Mary” she spoke when I asked her name,
as if I needed to have asked at all.
Her eyes were melancholy and her voice hushed
as she told me of her losses and her loves.
And this love that she mothered, although unsure
of how to offer care or where to lay her head.
She cooed at another baby held in its own mothers arms.
Brightening, she began to realize who she was
and what she needed to do.
Today was her day, her annunciation.
It can be tempting to think that it was so long ago
that God moved, incarnate, into this world.
But the Divine is in motion here and now,
Real between us, as if I was her Elizabeth.
Emmanuel, God with us.
Always present, the Word made flesh,
Reminding us that we are never alone.