I found a Christ child carved in wood
a simple shape of a blond infant
reaching up to the stars
a delicate painting in white and pink
telling the lie to make me think
Jesus was a blond blue eyed boy
delicate and vulnerable
a true child of the god above
not like the dark brown heathens
of the New Mexico clay
where the artifact was found
packed among the personal belongings
of a Spanish nun,
who sacrificed her life
in the quiet evenings when loneliness
created this image of a baby boy
who would never breathe life
the offspring of a virgin mother
committed to god like her,
suffering for his name in a forsaken
land of desert and sun
among the ruddy skin people
who worshiped the spirits
roaming the mesas
along the Rio Grande.
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