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Before Jesus

Madonna

This Christmas is so very new and different. We have our own gift of the boy child. Our first grandson. So this poem is particularly poignant as I ruminate over my daughter’s home birth.

A Poem for the Season: Before Jesus by Alla Renée Bozarth
Before Jesus
was his mother.

Before supper
in the upper room,
breakfast in the barn.

Before the Passover Feast,
a feeding trough.
And here, the altar
of Earth, fair linens
of hay and seed.

Before his cry,
her cry.
Before his sweat
of blood,
her bleeding
and tears.
Before his offering,
hers.

Before the breaking
of bread and death,
the breaking of her
body in birth.

Before the offering
of the cup,
the offering of her
breast.
Before his blood,
her blood.

And by her body and blood
alone, his body and blood
and whole human being.

The wise ones knelt
to hear the woman’s word
in wonder.

Holding up her sacred child,
her spark of God in the form of a babe,
she said:

“Receive and let
your hearts be healed
and your lives be filled
with love, for
This is my body,
This is my blood.”

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Painting the Poem

dining room 

Renovating our beloved 111 yr old house, again. This time, the dining room. Room by room we have made this house our home. For 22 years we have lived with no insulation in this room. So out comes the old painted-over panelling, the 50‘s wallpaper, the lathe and plaster underneath, the 1960’s ceiling tiles and old window. The panelling wasn’t tall enough for this beautifully high ceiling. So the former owners had put a little line of board to cover up the seam. Twenty years ago I painted blue over that dark panelling which had been so 60’s vogue.

Just after we moved here I found this old Irish hearth poem while visiting the home museum of Frank Lloyd Wright in Oak Park, IL. It appealed to me so much I painted it on our dining room walls and stenciled flowers and a rope design to cover up the panelling job. The length of each stanza fit so beautifully on each wall and it reflected our family values.

The blessing of the house is contentment.
The glory of the house is hospitality.
The crown of the house is godliness.
The beauty of the house is order.

The stenciling had been a labour of love. I photocopied a favourite font in magnification, cut each letter into mylar and then the tedious job of measuring it all out and painting. I often wondered what dinner guests thought of this stenciling on our walls. This week when we started the reno job it really struck me that if you asked me to quote this poem for memory I couldn’t do it.  Familiarity with your surroundings.  Now that we are ripping it down I’m going to miss it. I suppose I could paint it again once the new drywall is finished. But that’s not something I desire to do. Our home has it’s own voice.