Holy Secret

The old man is snoring again.
It’s the only sound that escapes his lips
these days. So she lies awake listening,
wishing she could rouse him and talk
about what they’ve seen.

He speaks in other ways —
widened eyes as he reaches
knobby fingers to touch her belly,
a silent laughter in his smile
as she shuffles along
on swelling ankles.
Some days he looks like
he’d burst into song,
if he still had the voice.

What she’d give
in this dark hour
to hear him repeat
the promised name
over and over and over.

She rolls to one side
and feels for the holy secret,
kicking to life
in an old woman’s body.

2 Comments

  1. Mollie Griffith
    Dec 18, 2018

    I love this!
    What a clear picture you evoked of Elizabeth and Zechariah.

  2. Doug Rose
    Dec 24, 2018

    Jen,
    Love to read your work doing a great job.
    Love Dad

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