For my children,
I would swim into the jaws of cold, vicious death.
Without a blink or shudder, I would battle
for the fruit of my womb, my "quiver of arrows."
For my husband, heart of my hearts,
I would take a bullet,
face a gang, walk the plank.
For a stranger,
I might not mind writing a check, catching a cold,
going out of my way, giving directions,
sharing a coupon in the grocery line.
when I was a stranger and an enemy,
a thirty year old man
wore a piercing crown
and died a lonely, bloody death.
He took the brunt
for anonymous millions
to make us brothers,
In light of my own stingy and
I ponder in amazement.
Draw me close, oh Lord,
and make me bigger than I am.
Let me love the strangers, too;
for you cherished me
like an only daughter
when I was a rebel.