The Refugees, A Poem by Anne Weems

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This is one of several Christmas poem that I cherish.  I know that I can't read it to the same congregation every year, but I try to find a way to hold it up to those who may not have heard it during this season.  So one year it on Christmas eve, on another it is during on the Advent Sundays  This Sunday I will preach on the enduring power  of the nativity story (merging both Luke and Matthew since most people have both stories in their heads.)  It is laid out for me to read, which is probably different from the way Weems constructed the stanzas.  Enjoy.
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Into the wild and painful cold of the starless winter night
came the refugees,
slowly making their way to the border.


The man, stooped from age or anxiety,
hurried his small family through the wind.
Bearded and dark, his skin rough and cracked from the cold,
his frame looming large in spite of the slumped shoulders;


He looked like a man who could take care of whatever
came at them. . .
from the dark.


Unless of course there were too many of them,
One man he could handle,  two, even. . . .but a border patrol, . . .
they wouldn't have a chance.


His eyes, black and alert,
darted from side to side, then over his shoulder,
then back again forward.


Had they been seen?
Had they been heard?


Every rustle of the wind, every sigh from the child,
sent terror though his chest.


Was this the way?
Even the stars had been unkind-
had hidden themselves in the ink of night
so that the man could not read their way,


Only the wind. . . . was it enough?
Only the wind and his innate sense of direction. . .
What kind of cruel judgement that would be,
to wander in circles through the night?
Or to safely make their way to the border,
only to find the authorities waiting for them?


He glanced at the young woman, his bride.
No more than a child herself,
she nuzzled the newborn, kissing his neck.
she looked up caught his eye and smiled.


Oh how the homelessness had taken its toll on her!
Her eyes were red, Her young face was lined,
her lovely hair matted from inattention.
her clothes stained from milk and baby,
her hands chapped from the raw wind of winter.


She'd hardly had time to recover from childbirth
when word had come that they were hunted,
and they fled with only a little bread,
and the remaining wine,
and a very small portion of cheese.


Suddenly, the child began to make small noises,
the man drew his bread in sharply:
the woman quietly put the child to breast.


Fear . . . .long dread-filled moments . . . .


Huddled the family stood still in the long silence.
                     
At last the man breathed deeply again,
reassured they had not been heard.
and into the night continued
Mary, Joseph and the Babe.

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