That's my boy

A reflection on tomorrow's gospel - when Jesus turned the water into wine, it was his mother Mary who recognised that it was time.

That’s my boy.
That’s my boy
for whom I was ostracised before he was born.
That’s my boy
who caused a stir
when he arrived at census time.
That’s my boy
who was visited by the great and the good when he arrived.
That’s my boy
who was recognised
by the old folks in the temple.
That’s my boy
whom I’m told will bring me grief.
That’s my boy
and, though he doesn’t yet know it, his time has come.
That’s my boy,
do whatever he tells you.
A mother knows these things. That’s my boy.

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