“Sharon’s Christmas Prayer”

8 12 2008

I’m currently reading through Ronald Rolheiser’s The Holy Longing. At the beginning of one of the chapters is a poem titled “Sharon’s Christmas Prayer” which is attributed to John Shea. I thought it was a wonderful poem…

      She was five,
      sure of the facts,
      and recited them
      with slow solemnity
      convinced every word
   was revelation.
      She said
they were so poor
they had only peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
to eat
and they went a long way from home
without getting lost.  The lady rode
a donkey, the man walked, and the baby
was inside the lady.
They had to stay in a stable
with an ox and an ass (hee-hee)
but the Three Rich Men found them
because a star lited the roof
Shepherds came and you could
pet the sheep but not feed them.
Then the baby was borned.
And do you know who he was?
      Her quarter eyes inflated
      to silver dollars.
The baby was God.

      And she jumped in the air
      whirled round, dove into the sofa
      and buried her head under the cushion
      which is the only proper response
      to the Good News of the Incarnation.

John Shea, The Hour of the Unexpected (Allan, Texas: Argos Communications, 1977), p. 68

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