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Mary's Cry
William Everett


They have taken my baby away.
Three foreign men, they saddled him to stars.
Old bearded men, they took him in the temple.
Men mad for ancient power lied him into Bethlehem.
My man, he rushed him off with me to distant sands.
Men blind with need besieged him in the village gates.
Messiah men, they put a sword upon him.
First born, first taken,
sacrificed to destinies beyond this place,
this fertile earth,
this shop,
these tools that could make of him a man.
They took us both away.

© by William Everett.
Used with the authorís permission.



William Everett is a writer, woodworker, and liturgist. A retired professor of Christian ethics, he lives in Waynesville, North Carolina. William's first post-academic book was an "eco-historical" novel, Red Clay, Blood River, exploring the connections between America's Trail of Tears and South Africa's "Great Trek." His first volume of poetry, Turnings: Poems of Transformation, was followed by a volume of reflections, Sawdust and Soul: A Conversation about Woodworking and Spirituality. Two books about worship, including William's poetic liturgies, will be published in the fall of 2024. Learn more about him and his work at, where he journals regularly.




Post New Comment:
I like the way you have combined an ancient voice with a more modern one. Nice job, William.
Posted 04/26/2011 06:44 AM
Gail Goepfert:
This poem is powerful!
Posted 04/25/2011 09:11 AM
Wow. I think the world needs William Everett's work.
Posted 04/24/2011 10:18 AM

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