We dot the refrigerator with picture of her

You ask her ages in each

Was she six? Was she seven?

She was a ray of light

A geometric concept you would snub if you met it in a lesson at school

“No, entiendo, maestra”

A comet streaking across a jeweler’s velvet sky

Quotidian violence and loss—your inheritance of blood

I conjure up

The last time I hugged her tight

My regrets about the mythical creatures we would have to have bought tickets for on the last plane

Puddles of urine and light

A small storm in Nashville

Target was closed and we drove

Across the geography of loss we did not want or ask for

When what we want is only obtainable through the persistent, audacious supplication

Miracles, please

Dear Jesus

Dear-heart-Savior

Nothing impossible for You

We shop for resale wedding dresses to clothe the shivering winter trees

You have said

“I will marry him one day” with the latent expectation that

Prince Charming will be hard-working and handsome

Weather all your storms

He does, of course,

The Charming Invisible

Math tutor of our dreams and litanies

He punctuated this engagement from an Occupier’s Cross

Look up, my child

Our bridegroom cometh soon

In the watches

Close to midnight

The way I see it

You have to know that our roots and origin ran through a cold northern river, inky dark streets, a Tiffany lamp in the hallway of a swanky riverfront home just around the corner from the enigmatic Victorian brick two story with a strange penchant for letting

Music spill out onto the lawn, into the street, soaring music—Elvis and Mozart as your sister-mother ran in the light or climbed onto the roof

Sassing the neighbor when she asked where “mom” was

Sleeping Beauty.

We are a generational fairy tale

Goldilocks among the familial, adoptive bears

I take HIPAA shred and fold it into a fan, scissor it into the shapes of female figures—me, you, your sisters, your aunts, your bad and good precedents

We are women

We dance in a circle

Arms entwined or akimbo

You shed light, little firecracker

Always shed light

My love

On the day the rains come

the dreamy neonate

slips like a lost drachma into the belly of a fish/

Water improbably clear

How can she still

live, breath, sleep, hope, remain, endure when

Someone must

Make haste

Dive deep

save her

I always try to “get” something new from the Gospel genealogies. All those begettings.

Today I focused on the begetting of the word itself—“get, obtain by effort” feels like solid ground.

Jesus had no biological children but he has begotten us.

What do you and I beget? Who do we beget?

God treasures us and he treasures our time. We have the choice to beget things that last like grace and love, or people we are not biologically related to when we show them they are loved and valuable.

Proverbs 22:13 NIV
[13] The sluggard says, “There’s a lion outside! I’ll be killed in the public square!”

I am not Solomon’s biggest fan, which means I don’t quote him that much, but this verse seems worth the gander.

I am still on the hunt for context clues, but for now, wha?!?

Seems like a real good story in here somewhere.

Here’s what AI says—

https://www.google.com/search?q=proverbs+22%3A13+commentary&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-us&client=safari

https://www.catholicnewsagency.com/news/268313/pope-leo-xiv-receives-custom-electric-lawn-mower-from-czech-republic-for-vatican-gardens-and-castel-gandolfo

His Cross (mine by rights)

The photo-relief of a door

Hammered into

The heart of God

He makes the way

By being the

Way

Matthew 7:14 KJV
[14] Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.

Matthew 11:16 KJV
[16] But whereunto shall I liken this generation? It is like unto children sitting in the markets, and calling unto their fellows,

Matthew 11:2-3 KJV
[2] Now when John had heard in the prison the works of Christ, he sent two of his disciples, [3] And said unto him, Art thou he that should come, or do we look for another?