Ordinary (For the Birth of Mary)

No-one could know –
this baby just like
any other,
no defining
features, halo,
anything to
set it out from
Eve or Adam,
all their sins
already branded
into its tiny
DNA,
and nothing here
to say that this
flesh will bear
the Word Made Flesh.
How very ordi-
nary this child
chosen among
millions to bring
forth the promise.
(There are no
angel heralds,
shepherds or
wise men today.
Only this: the
eyes of heaven,
seeing what
The prophets saw.)

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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