On the third day there was a wedding in Cana of Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there. Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. When the wine gave out, the mother of Jesus said to him, “They have no wine.” And Jesus said to her, “Woman, what concern is that to you and to me? My hour has not yet come.” His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.” Now standing there were six stone water jars for the Jewish rites of purification, each holding twenty or thirty gallons. Jesus said to them, “Fill the jars with water.” And they filled them up to the brim. He said to them, “Now draw some out, and take it to the chief steward.” So they took it. When the steward tasted the water that had become wine, and did not know where it came from (though the servants who had drawn the water knew), the steward called the bridegroom and said to him, “Everyone serves the good wine first, and then the inferior wine after the guests have become drunk. But you have kept the good wine until now.” Jesus did this, the first of his signs, in Cana of Galilee, and revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him. After this he went down to Capernaum with his mother, his brothers, and his disciples; and they remained there a few days. John 2:1-12
A Mother's Encouragement
Many spend nine months brooding
growing a small possibility to reality
groaning with the pains of delivery
swaddling this fragile new life with love.
Mary was a brave refugee mother
seeking sanctuary from the cruel leaders
the ones who sought her out to kill
to keep another king from rising.
She watched her child grow in Egypt
then slowly brought him back home
to keep him safe among relatives
a little boy hardly knew them at all.
He went with other boys for training
studying the traditions of his people
learned carpentry at his father's elbow
breathed in the sweet scent of the wood.
He had done all and grown all he could
yet in launching seemed slow, reluctant
mama couldn't quietly look on anymore
she had to push and intervene.
Water became wine at one wedding
the miracles then flowed like water
one mother's encouragement became
the trigger than changed everything.
Many spend nine months brooding
growing a small possibility to reality
groaning with the pains of delivery
swaddling this fragile new life with love.
Mary was a brave refugee mother
seeking sanctuary from the cruel leaders
the ones who sought her out to kill
to keep another king from rising.
She watched her child grow in Egypt
then slowly brought him back home
to keep him safe among relatives
a little boy hardly knew them at all.
He went with other boys for training
studying the traditions of his people
learned carpentry at his father's elbow
breathed in the sweet scent of the wood.
He had done all and grown all he could
yet in launching seemed slow, reluctant
mama couldn't quietly look on anymore
she had to push and intervene.
Water became wine at one wedding
the miracles then flowed like water
one mother's encouragement became
the trigger than changed everything.
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