When the king
hears
that a miraculous
child is born
he murders all
infants in our
neighborhood.
I escape to Egypt
with the trauma
of knowing
that my existence
after conception
and again after
birth
causes
catastrophe.
In Egypt, singing
songs on Passover,
inspired by the
ancient Hebrew slaves
yearning to learn
how to be free,
we’ve faith that
we too will be
moved by life’s
tragedies
to create
miraculous strategies.
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