A Poem on Sunday
Soldier-Son of Mary
I wrapped you
in a blanket white.
You who blanket me
with your frail form,
lest I perish in the might
of cruelty and scorn,
un-blest, rejecting
your pierced feet
stepping
into the deep,
rising from the hells
with me in your arms.
You who blanket me
with your frail form,
I wrap you
in a blanket white.




