Behold the Infant

by Fr. Robert J. Pecotte

A bird’s voice
lifts at first light;
the Virgin’s face
bent over the manger,
the Christ child sleeps

above the cave
Aleppo pines sway
against the breeze...
the infant Messiah stirs
swaddled in seamless cloth

A conifer tree,
branches gnarled with age,
cracks at dawn...
Mary lifts her son
from the rough wooden trough.

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February, 2010

The Rev. Fr. Robert J. Pecotte currently resides in Cavalier, ND where he is Pastor of two rural Catholic Parishes: St. Brigid’s and St. Patrick’s. He is hopeful that St. Brigid, who happens to be a Patroness of Poets, will assist him in writing something worth reading. His first memorable encounter with poetry (St. John of the Cross’ Dark Night of the Soul) occurred in 1996 and helped lead him through a conversion of life from an all around scoundrel to the acceptance of Holy Orders in 2002. He hopes he is no longer an all around scoundrel. He has had some poems published in Modern Haiku and the Tanka Journal, as well as in the Tanka anthology Landfall: Poetry of Place in Modern English Tanka.

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