A Twelve Days of Christmas meditation:
A wonderful poem--Asleep in Jesus at Rest: A Gravestone Epitaph--read by the author Henri Cole.
The final lines:
When I was born,
I weighed nine pounds of flesh.
Mother's hair fell down
the back of her long neck.
Tears ran out of her eyes like animals.
Fragrant convolutions from her insides
filled the room with the strife of love.
Daddy was on a tour of duty.
"Remember you got a father," he used to say.
"You weren't born by yourself."
