The Holy and Lowly

(c) in medias res by Melinda Kucsera

The Holy and the Lowly

(Picks up where Sons and Holy Ones left off)

After their talk, Sarn had a better grasp
of things; Ran was safe inside the stable.
So he walked and wondered until a rasp
drew his eye to the Savior’s slim, sable
bearded step-father; out of wedlock’s born
a Holy Infant, a bastard like Sarn’s son
and Sarn himself and that made Sarn less torn
up about his family and his son.
The Holy Family was as broken
as his own but united by love’s bonds.
That was what mattered; all else were tokens
of public goodwill without love to bond.
Love he had in abundance for his son;
Perhaps his family wasn’t broken or done.

(c) in medias res by Melinda Kucsera

“As long as there is love, there’s family,”
the King’s step-father said, “belief takes time,
you’ve seen and heard much that’s not readily
digestible without a struggle o’er time.
That’s what belief is–a lifelong struggle,
that changes as you age, but ne’er ceases.
This is but an introduction, struggle
with its meaning ’till you at last find peace
with our Father who art in heaven, where
all struggle ends, all answers are given.
Encounter him when ready, He’ll be there
with spiritual gifts to be given.”
Said the step-father of the Lord of Lords.
Sarn believed; that’s understanding’s reward.

(c) in medias res by Melinda Kucsera

“Sarn, come help me cradle the Child Divine,
God rewards you and all that’s thine, in par-
adise,” so prays the Blessed Mother, divine.
He came among us at Christmas time, stars
shall bring men from far off, love’s diadem.
“He comes, loves and saves and frees us,” Ran sang.
The Blessed Mother put love’s diadem
in Sarn’s arms; he cradled the Child Divine,
God’s own light shined on them, in paradise
as prayed the Blessed Mother, whose Divine
Son smiled up at Sarn and paradise
lost its grandeur as a gaze lock took hold–
Scenes shot in a burst of a death foretold.

(c) in medias res by Melinda Kucsera

Sarn saw a cross, a savior hung there dying;
he saw a thirtyish man preaching love,
peace and prayer to crowds that’re growing, vying
for his time, healing miracles and love.
He saw many things he didn’t understand;
An invitation had been extended;
He wasn’t ready to accept; it would stand
until he was, forever extended
with love; that was the last he saw as light
swallowed him and he folded, falling
free like a feather to land, son in sight,
on his bed back in Nolo’s suite; falling
night drew a blanket of stars ‘cross the sky
as he and his son slept ’till morning’s nigh.

The story continues in Little Christmas.

Read Sarn’s Epiphany Journey Here


Part of Stars and Angels Sing: A Curse Breaker Novella

Available on kindle now.

(c) in medias res by Melinda Kucsera

The song referenced above is Christ was Born on This Day which uses lyrics from a much older hymn.🙂

(and there are circles…)

18 thoughts on “The Holy and Lowly

  1. I wish to thank you specially for being among the Top Five commenters on my blog. I was so delighted to read the 2015 review by WP and seeing you have been a great support to me. Thank you very much for visiting my blog and taking the time to read me.🙂 I hope you will find some moments to stop by again this year and see how I’ve progressed. Wish you the best in 2016.🙂

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  2. It is a wise father that anticipates and prepares for inquiring minds… and what a line: as long as there is love there is family…so very true for many who find themselves without traditional family settings this time of year…

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    1. Thank you! I — ah–borrowed that from my pastor’s homily on the Feast of the Holy Family. Much of this post came from his talk. I was trying to figure out what they would talk about when I had to dash over to sing and God handed me St Joseph’s conversation with Sarn while I sat there slack jawed in surprise.🙂 The Big Guy does that a lot actually–every time I’m stuck. It’s cool and a little scary. No pressure to get it right, right?🙂

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            1. I always do and when I don’t (because my day job gets in the way) the Big Guy sends lots of reminders. Like this one time when my coworker stopped midsentence to ask if I’ve been working on my book. We were talking about a work project before that it. It was pretty awesome and I got the memo.😉

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