Sons and Holy Ones
(Picks up where May Angels Lead You In left off)
Ran managed to give his Papa the slip.
Let Papa talk adult things with the blessed.
Ran approached the reason for this long trip.
The baby watched him with dark eyes that guessed
his intention and held out a hand so small,
which Ran gently squeezed, smiling the babe’s smile.
Starlight enfolded them; when it left, all
had changed; Ran and the baby had grown, while
time stood still, so they might talk together.
“You’re the saviour,” Ran said in Papa’s voice.
“Yes, storms come, you’ll need blessings to weather
them, blessings your father has, and his choice,
were he aware that he had one, would be
to give you the same protection, you see?”
Ran digested that and then shook his head.
“Your father was baptized at birth but you
weren’t and he doesn’t know, so we jumped ahead
so I could correct that if you want to.”
The King of Kings shrugged; Ran sat pondering.
“Why doesn’t my Papa know about this choice?”
“My Father hoped the foster thing would bring
some understanding but no one there has voiced
anything about me or my Father.”
The Savior sighed; the situation vexed.
The son of a curse breaker was rather
special and needed special protection;
the kind He could bestow with Ran’s sanction.
“If Papa has this protection, then I
want to have it too, so what do I do?”
“You already believe, so…” Light his ally,
rose up; Ran fell, landed and looked out through
a babe’s eyes at a girl with Papa’s eyes–
so green they glowed softly as she cradled
her son–Ran’s Papa–water in his eyes,
words spoken, a candle lit–he felt ladled
when it ended and light replaced the scene.
Ran stood by the manger; he held a King’s
small hand as he blinked, his mind’s still between
places but before he could ask, singing
caught his ear and with a nod that explained
all, he joined the song that from on high rained.
“Hark the herald angels’ sing glory to
the newborn King! Peace on earth and mercy
mild, God and sinners reconciled,” sang crews
of angels while a dark conspiracy
gnashed its teeth and thrashed about in defeat.
Its claws couldn’t penetrate what light had sealed.
It’d tried to corrupt the father, beaten
back its influence had been; grace had steeled
that pure core; dangerous that curse breaker,
making Sarn a potent adversary.
Now the first child of curse breaker
stock was also sealed ‘gainst the adversary’s
taint–was not light, love and magic enough?
Why not allow a touch of evil stuff?
~ ~ ~
The story continues in The Holy and the Lowly.
(and there are circles…)