I jounce my baby son on my kneeAnd think of another mother,One I never met, whom I am learning to knowBecause all mothers know each other.I pray to know my sonAs trulyAs she knew hers.

A baby is a promise. Hers was a promise to the world.Prophets had known him centuries before she did.Shepherds—wise men—kings—he was their promise too.And she knew it.She watched the promiseAnd she knew when it was timeFor himTo leaveHer home.At twelve he had conversed in the temple.In his manhood he changed the world.At the wedding she was the one who told him,"They have no wine."She realized it was timeFor the promiseTo come true.

February 9, 1974

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