Joseph and Mary’s Song: Our Baby

Who will you be our baby?

Will your face fill up every minute,

evoking elation and wild celebration?

Who will you be, our baby?

What will you speak, our baby?

Will you grumble, gurgle and spit,

demanding attention and quick intervention?

What will you speak, our baby?

When will you sleep our baby?

Our patience is pushed to the limit

and our ruffled relations reveal frustrations.

When will you sleep our baby?

Who will you greet, our baby?

Will you charm every person who visits –

a new expiation for old confrontations?

Who will greet, our baby?

From a manger you peek, our baby,

and no wise man can predict

how you will reason with angel or demon,

shepherd, inn-keeper, High Priest, Roman;

you’re more than our baby, our baby.

2009