His wrinkled fist clutched Mary’s wrap
as he first considered sight.
Beyond the folds,
the troubled dust of straw formed its own
bright sky of the humble fire’s light.
A man knelt near the two.
His looked for clues in the child;
he smoothed her weary hair.
She caught his eyes and smiled.
Nearby, simple shepherds clutched the earth,
stunned by the brilliant heavenly host
singing of a majestic birth.
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