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Luke 2:13–14

As winter cold leans hard upon my back,

I long for once-upon-a-time when I

Was small enough my elders watched the black

Night through and let me sleep. Only the cry

Of the ewe in lambing time caused them to make

Me rise; my hands were small to ease a birth.

I minded them and rose. This night I shake

Beside the fire. Wind blowing from the north,

Disturbs the boy I used to be. No stars

Blanket his sleep. Once to voices brilliant

In light I woke. We found a child not far

From where we kept our sheep. Rough celebrants,

We woke his mother from her careful rest.

Like a lamb newborn he nestled at her breast.