by
Philip Kolin on Oct 17, 2011 in
Poetry
The Boarder Baby
A boarder baby comes
Into this hospice world
A miracle wrapped
In a flesh caftan
Breathing heaven’s air
From the womb of time
Syllables from the Talmud
Trickle softly from
His parted lips
Into mystery.
In his throat
Stars sing
Canticles to the sun until
Silver nitrate psalms
Poured the root of suffering
Into his eyes
Just a tear ago
He did not see time
As a caravan of woes
But as a crystalline orb
Sphering matter and motion
Into a finished eternity.
Philip C. Kolin
Philip C. Kolin, Professor of English at the University of Southern Mississippi, has published four books of poems, including Deep Wonder: Poems (Grey Owl Press, 2000) and, most recently, A Parable of Women: Poems (Yazoo River Press, 2009). More than 200 of his poems have appeared in or are forthcoming in such journals as Christian Century, America, St. Austin Review, Christianity and Literature, Michigan Quarterly Review, Windhover, Seminary Ridge Review, Louisiana Literature, Blue Collar Review, St. Anthony Messenger, South Carolina Review, etc. Kolin is also the founding editor of Vineyards: A Journal of Christian Poetry (www.vineyardspoetry.com) . He was educated by the Jesuits and the Dominicans and considers St. Joseph his patron.
