We pray for an end to conflict, a time of peace

The parable of the wedding at Cana is one of the best known Gospel moments. I once had someone tell me that they had dreamed they had danced with Jesus there!  The poet and word artist, John Shea, wrote this piece. I think it is beautiful and I hope you do too.   He is imagining a conversation between Mary our Mother and her Beloved Son.

Come now, my son, do you tease these grey hairs? Late and laughing you arrive and find me finding you. An entreaty in my greeting, "They have no more wine". And you sweep me up in mock debate, a young man’s arms around my seriousness, wresting from me a conspiratorial smile.

"What has that to do with you and me?" You say, winking words which invite the memory of our meals. And I tell you quick, in hushes, how I lit the fire in your eyes, and held your head of dreams, and poured water into your hands when you came burning from the desert.

Beyond that, I say, you and I are strangers. I say, but games aside, I say, Jesus. I say these empty glasses mock your Fathers Feast. You say, "My hour has not yet come." Making me say it all in the midst of these sober guests.

You hold me now, in roles reversed. A Son giving birth to His mother. Steward, I say, the man who kisses my eyes, this Son of my Love, has need of a canyon to hold the grapes that his feet will crush to marriage wine, Now, the teeth of our laughter blinds the steward who does not know what we know.   My secret friend. Your Hour Is the minute The wine fails.

The Spirit Master. John Shea. Thomas More Press. 1996 pp 206 - 207