The Covenant Cape
Such majesty his guileless dreams relay,
he wins applause from those who dedicate
their lives to God. His many coloured cape
enraptures them—this meekness wins his stay.
Only the Temple is his stage. No display
for honour’s sake from him. But wait!
Some assay, “The Son!” and seal the fate
his carapace, the Cross, would but obey.
Though God protected Joseph by his coat,
this second Child bled his love to bloat
a callous universe, bestowing salvation
for the sinner caught at misery’s station.
With a faith too great he gave his all.
Each reprobate in warmth does this recall.
A. Michele Leslie is a poet and playwright who lives in Sauk Rapids, Minnesota with her husband, David, and two cats.