We stand solid,
breathing mist, chewing cud,
unmoving, unafraid.

we gave up generation,
the wildness of muscle and horn.

We’ve pulled the plow, the load,
known the whip, the goad,
commands to back and turn.

And here, in this cave, behind this inn,
we saw the birth of God
and shared our manger.
Here we witnessed miracle
and in remembrance,
Christmas Eve, we speak.

Now listen:

The manger is inside you, in the dark.
In you we stand patient and slow.
In you the baby god is born again.



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