It is time. My body’s clock gongs your salvation’s hour. The water has left the pasture and flowed toward the river’s mouth. Follow or you will wither in the desert that remains. I will bleed for you on this your first dark journey, but in time, when life pushes you headlong through black canyons, the wounds will be your own. May you learn early: at the end light always shines. It is here, child. The time is come. Breathe.
This poem was originally published in the Winter 1982/83 issue of Today’s Christian Woman and appears in the book Mary’s Journal: A Mother’s Story by Evelyn Bence (Grand Rapids, MI: Zondervan, 1992). Used by permission of the author. (Thanks to Maureen E. Doallas, curator of the exhibition Mary, Mary, for introducing me to it!)
Evelyn Bence is a writer and an editor living in Arlington, Virginia. She is the author of Room at My Table; Prayers for Girlfriends and Sisters and Me; Spiritual Moments with the Great Hymns; and the award-winning Mary’s Journal, a novel written in the voice of Jesus’s mother. She has served as religion editor at Doubleday, managing editor for Today’s Christian Woman, and senior editor at Prison Fellowship Ministries. Her personal essays, poems, and devotional reflections have appeared in various publications.
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I forwarded this to my daughter in law in Angola, who is part of an obstetric surgical team in Angola.
Mary bleeds for her son’s first birth. Her son will later bleed for Mary and all our second births. Thanks be to God.
What a beautiful reminder this Christmas of the both the humanity and divinity of our Savior.
I read Mary’s Journal’s every Advent and I am always enriched by new insights each year. This poem gives such a beautiful portrayal of labor and birth and the Scripture that says Jesus “emptied Himself” became so real to me at the manger.