The
night routine, protecting dozing sheep.
The
normal fire to ward off fear and chill.
The
boredom tensioned, stretched to hear in still-
-ness
some small sound of stealth, one come to creep
And
snatch. Then: Terror-wonder! Lights that leap
From
sky to ground; and earth and heaven fill
With
word so strange as to confuse and thrill:
In
aftermath-obedience hurry, seek.
The
child just born lies softly in the straw
Wrapped
cosily with just his face to see.
The
mother and the father watch in awe
Like
all new parents, yet somehow still more
Aware
of glory. We observe the scene –
A
life-long imprint – ponder and explore.
2007
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