In Matthew’s Gospel we are told that Joseph took Mary and Jesus to Egypt, to escape Herod. This is what this poem’s about. Merry Christmas!
“When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt.”
I am holding my child as we run.
Early morning hours
Early morning mist
You, beside me, and we are quiet
Running for a dream
We don’t quite understand
We only have fear.
You hold yourself upright
And I am proud, the way you lead
Me and my son to safety
You are scared, you don’t pretend
And I am thankful I never have to
Navigate this sand without you
We cross them so carefully
I feel older than I ever have done
With memories and recollections
Worry ragging at my soul
Scatter our skyline
Arranging my path to hope
We are running
But soon we are free.
I am not alone.