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      April 8, 2010Convert’s LamentLaura Van Prooyen

      Oh Joseph. I never had a question about you

      getting some love. Mary either, for that matter. But now
      I hear there’s perpetual virginity, which might be just fine
      for the Blessed Mother. She’s been rewarded with altars,
      statues, mudflaps and tattoos. But who’s tattooing you?
      There are few requests for Joseph the Celibate
      to be needled on a bicep. The mythic allure
      of an undefiled grown man just doesn’t wash.
      I’m wondering if, when the angel appeared, he laid all
      your luck out on the table. You didn’t seem to flinch
      with the news, but did he mention Mary would be the lover
      of No One and you’d get to bed down with prayer?
      Sure, you’re the honorary head of the Holy Family,
      and I suspect you were loyal to the cause.
      But after shaking off the glow of that angel,
      and the white light began to fade
      did you understand that Mary would remain
      the foretaste of the feast that would never come?

      from #22 - Winter 2004