The Poetry of Sarah Ruden - The Delegation

The Delegation

" We bring the Child a cup of gall,
Which He will drink to save us all.

" We bring the Baby you have borne
An iron nail, a branch of thorn."

The girl drew back and clutched her son.
She understood what she had done.

" We did not mean to startle you.
Sincerely: we were sure you knew.

" But let us see our Savior now,
And kneel before Him anyhow.

"
Put back the Baby where He lay."
But Mary turned her face away.

The Lyric, vol. 72, #1 (Winter 1992), p. 1.

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The Delegation
"	We bring the Child a cup of gall, Which He will drink to save us all.
"	We bring the Baby you have borne An iron nail, a branch of thorn."
	The girl drew back and clutched her son. She understood what she had done.
"	We did not mean to startle you. Sincerely: we were sure you knew.
"	But let us see our Savior now, And kneel before Him anyhow.
"	Put back the Baby where He lay." But Mary turned her face away. The Lyric, vol. 72, #1 (Winter 1992), p. 1.