The Village of Bronxville, New York
Because Christ walks the earth in late
December, peering into houses lit
from within, lifting the lids off stew pots,
tasting the salt and the light with equal
zeal, arriving just in time for the meal,
bread in his left hand, blessing in his right,
drinking wine, hoping to spend the night
in a place where he is greeted and received
lift the black latch on the garden gate,
wander the lanes of our little town
trying my luck, knowing that just around
the bend walks God, empty and full of need,
hunger only soup and love can feed.
This poem was previously published in A GIVEN GRACE: AN ANTHOLOGY OF CHRISTIAN POEMS, edited by Philippino poet Desmond Kos in celebration of the Philippine Quincentennial. It will appear in Angela’s book HOLY LAND, winner of the 2021 Paraclete Press Poetry Prize.
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