Thrust out with groping hands into our world
Turned on His human side, the Son preferred
An ambience of hooves and straw and dung
Soon feeding like a beast upon the breast
He turns milk to His body and His blood
With eloquent witnesses, chewing cud
As passive as the east is to the west
How bright tonight the wide symphonic sky
To stage a spectacle amongst the poor
And draw them to the stable's open door
With lambs in tow, to see, before they die
The Lamb who heals the fault of worlds apart
Sleep comes to His incarnate racing heart
21/12/10
copyright 2010 Trevor Haug
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