Away in a manger

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed –
the God of the world lays his vulnerable head.
The stars in the bright sky he flung into space
now shine their cool light on God’s sleeping face.

The cattle nearby with their warm stable smell,
watching the Light whom no darkness can quell.
The baby sleeps on in that box full of hay,
while outside night gives way to the chill light of day.

His mother will ponder these things in her heart,
as the sages their cryptic dark wisdom impart:
this baby in frightening fragility,
the darkness of suffering and death he will see.

And God in the world, as he sleeps on the hay,
foretells the bright dawning of holy new day.
The stars in the bright sky he flung into space,
now shine their cool light on God’s sleeping face.

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