The Traveller., A mothers worst fear? Options

[Guest_codger_*]

The traveller looked out of place
As he walked along the way.
People were asking who he was,
But he wasn’t going to say.

His appearance was unusual;
Flowing gown -- determined pace,
His eyes didn't stray from the road ahead;
And he had this certain grace.

A few people now had gathered,
But didn’t try to get too near;
They just followed on in silence,
There was just a hint of fear.

When the market place came into view,
He began to slow his pace,
Slowly now, he looked around;
Pure innocence on his face.

As he turned to meet the crowd;
A young woman struggled through,
Her hands before--as if in prayer;
She alone knew what was true.

She ran up to the traveller,
Arms twined in warm embrace,
And as she held him tenderly;
A tear ran down her face.

A policeman now came into view,
Attracted by the crowd,
He didn’t try to interfere,
But stepped back with head bowed.

The lady took the offered hand,
On this special day;
The silent crowd then parted,
And the Son was led away.

"You must not go out on your own,
It's not safe for you, or me,"
His answer was an angelic smile;
Her son was only "three".


© Gerald Finlay, 2003. All Rights Reserved.

[Cleo_Serapis]

Very beautiful Gerry.

Is this about Jesus and Mary? I ask because I certainly can see it this one!

Thanks for sharing this lovely and thought-felt piece!
Cheers!
~Cleo

[Guest_codger_*]

Lori.
    That was the inspiration behind it---but people can and do interpret it other ways, which is okay with me also.  

Gerry xxx

PS We will have to stop meeting this way      

[Guest_zara_*]

I love the way you wrote this~and  the ending is very sweet.  
One of my favorites!
Glad to see you posting here

[Guest_codger_*]

Zara,
      Thank you for your kind comment.  

       Gerry.