ByKevin Kuzma


How humble for God to become a man.
How tender he was with his mother.
How obedient he was to his father.
How dedicated to his craft and to his prayers.
Divine yet also man,
for most of his life he seemed ordinary.
His cousin, John, didn’t recognize him
as the Messiah, the Lamb of God,
until close to the end.
His brothers didn’t believe he was
who he claimed to be.
But his mother, she always knew.
He was here on Earth
and everywhere at once,
breathing our air,
growing tired,
laughing, losing his footing,
reacting, raging,
experiencing all the temptations
men do.
The Savior we were waiting for
down, where we could touch him,
revealing his love for us.
Still his mother’s child,
his father’s pride,
gentle to all.

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Martha MorenoPosted on2:30 am - Feb 16, 2021

46 And it came to pass, that after three days they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, both hearing them, and asking them questions.
47 And all that heard him were astonished at his understanding and answers.
48 And when they saw him, they were amazed: and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast thou thus dealt with us? behold, thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing.
49 And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me? wist ye not that I must be about my Father’s business?
50 And they understood not the saying which he spake unto them.
51 And he went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was subject unto them: but his mother kept all these sayings in her heart.

Angela Martino-LewisPosted on4:23 am - Mar 15, 2021

My favorite parts of the poem are your references to his mother. Beautifully written.

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