Staff meeting a couple days ago included a discussion on whether the Church was pregnant or merely constipated. Women may be more biologically attuned to know the difference. I don*t think it was women who named this day The Feast of the Visitation. I like to think we might have been a bit more creative.
It*s all in the words.
It*s all in how we seek
To name it.
There is power
In our words.
Today Mary visits her cousin Elizabeth.
Elizabeth*s baby
Leaps for joy
In her womb.
The Feast of the Visitation
Might be the Feast of Recognition.
It might be The Feast of Shared Holy Pregnancy:
Expectant women reach out,
Hold hands.
Their babies do leaps and backflips and somersaults,
A very early playdate,
A sign of things to come.
The Feast of Recognition?
The Feast of Expectant Women?
A mere visit?
I hardly think so.
There is power
In how we name things.
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