The Rosary Poems: Joyful Alison Shaffer


But supposing him to be in the company,
they went a day’s journey. LUKE 2:43-44

What distance is it that falls
so quickly to part them each time
she turns to seek him—he is too much
of a God to her, walking carefully
through the dust—for three days
the anxiety of space pulls across her
vision—if she could just drag aside
the horizon that divides them—only
when she finds him, his voice a boy’s
lonely tremor of calm, does she cry out.


February 2005 2River