His face pressed against her breast. So this is what he looks like. The one the prophets spoke of. The one the angel offered. Her eyes catch Joseph’s gaze. Mary whispers, ‘He looks like us!’ ‘YHWH looks like us.’ His turned-up nose now hunting for milk. With trembling fingers she does her best to flick open the mouth of God. Pulling his head in closer to her chest. Closer to her heart. In this way, God receives his first meal. In a stranger’s home. From the body of a teenage Galilean. Swallowing and slurping like a hungry lamb. The memory of every event leading up to this moment courses through her body. Tears of relief cross her olive cheeks and fall upon her newborn. As Joseph now strokes her brow, she closes her eyes, looks up to the heavens, and catches herself giving thanks to God …who now lays in her arms. Immanuel: God with us. FEEDING GOD David Tensen from “The Saving I Need. Poetry Chapel Vol. 1”
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