From 2020.

A Nativity

The inn is shut:

What cave or hut

Will shield the pair

From this cold air?


Love will provide

A stable crude;

Calm feeding beasts

Will be their hosts.


The carpenter

Forsakes his ire;

His burdened wife

Accepts relief


In this cramped den,

With stall and pen

For ox and lamb,

For sire and dam.


On this rank earth,

She will give birth:

Her child unharmed,

By sheep's breath warmed.


In the deep still,

In the sharp chill,

Angels announce



To country folk

Guarding their flock,

To sage and prince

With gold, incense.


The sight astounds:

His mother's hands

In a trough has placed

The infant Christ.


Sore knees bend low

To the matted straw;

Rough hands caress

His tenderness.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-12-14 at 09:12

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