"O Lord, hear my prayer … let my cry come to you.
Do not turn your face away from me.
When I feel abandoned and lonely,
listen to my troubles … hear me right away." (Psalm 101)
Imagine Mary carrying her fragile newborn son,
wrapped tightly next to her body for warmth
along the desert trail … sand blowing, shrieking
cold winds tearing at her face, sobbing as she rides.
Prayer wells up in her heart, and she remembers;
she whispers softly to God this ancient prayer:
"I have become like a pelican of the wilderness,
like an owl among the pharaoh's monuments." (7)
Picture Mary finding shelter in a stranger's place,
Joseph and the host helping her to eat and rest,
fleeing refugees in the foreign land, welcomed
always in another woman’s home, a silent kind of stress.
Then again, begging God to obscure their way,
from searching Roman soldiers, and at best …
wand'ring in this desert stay, upon Nile's delta plane,
searching for another haven .. a grueling daily test.
Almost like a child Mary reminds this God: "We will not be
afraid of terror in the night, nor pestilence that walks in darkness," (Ps 91:5-6)
"Because I have made Yahweh, who is my refuge, my dwelling place,
no evil, no plague will befall us." (9-10)
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