Had I been Joseph’s mother
I’d have prayed
protection from his brothers
“God, keep him safe.
He is so young,
so different from
the other.”
Mercifully,
she never knew
there would be slavery
and prison too.
Had I been Moses’ mother
I’d have wept
to keep my little son:
praying she might forget the babe drawn from the water
of the Nile.
Had I not kept
him for her
nursing him the while,
was he not mine?
– and she but Pharaoh’s daughter?
Had I been Daniel’s mother
I should have pled
“Give victory!
- this Babylonian horde
godless and cruel -
Don’t let him be a captive
- better dead,
Almighty Lord!”
Had I been Mary,
Oh, had I been she,
I would have cried
as never mother cried,
“Anything, O God,
Anything….
- but
crucified.”
With such prayers importunate
my finite wisdom would assail
Infinite Wisdom.
God, how fortunate
Infinite Wisdom
should prevail.
- Ruth Bell Graham
