She walks in a deserted landscape of monotone colours.
Big with child,she crosses this rough terrain alone,
without a Joseph to protect or a donkey to carry her.
no inn nor stable is here.No cattle nor sheep
nothing alive.
Now she feels her labour pains coming;
Lies down amongst the rocks to wait
Here is an anonymous,faceless figure.
Pronounces himself a doctor.
She labours; he picks up her son.No Messiah nor Oedipus;
Without speaking,he conveys to her,this child has died.
Not ever held in the arms of hie mother
Nor father either.
He’s tossed, light as a few feathers,
light as a bird
onto a pile of bodies nearby.
Whose unwanted children are these?
Stil lying flat and weary with grief,
she observes her child-
one of many there.
Days pass and strength returns.
Stands now and walks over to say,Farewell.
The child opens his eyes;
Mother,they say,shining.
Holds him and presses him into herself for warmth…
Which way to go and when?
No signs, no maps…
Is there a right way?
Is there a guide?
Why was she journeying this way?
She remembers nothing
She has lost almost everything .
Steps forward..and walks on.
What other choice is there?
How my heart sings 