Star

Each day this week, I'll be sharing from a series of five Advent poems I wrote for John Knox Presbyterian Church in Seattle. I hope they will bless you as you prepare for the coming of Christmas.

Star

“A great and wondrous sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon 
under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head.”
   -Revelation 12:1

“…keep warm this small hot naked star/ fallen into my arms.”  -Luci Shaw, “Mary’s Song”

After the angel dissolved, I stood among the skies, no longer dressed in brown linen, but with fire: the sun’s silk my gown. I leaned into the swirl of gold and lit.

Have I created my Creator?

My mother clucks her tongue. Questions, she says, cause confusion. She could never hold what I saw:

the crown upon this plain brown head, twelve stars in motion, set spinning like a child’s toy, and rushing towards me, flames in its wake, blazed the greater star, its hot white orb.

Should I tell you it entered me, how the warm simmer settled?

When I woke to this dirt floor, my mother’s voice in the next room, issuing me out the door, I ran my hands down my belly, knew what is real is the crown, not the dirt.

Later, when the nausea came, when the accusations birthed, when all those I loved turned enemies, I would stand in the garden, arms raised, close my eyes and feel the spinning crown encircling, feel this star descending into human form.

© Micha Boyett Hohorst, 2010. All rights reserved. Please do not reprint or post without attribution.
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