Let The Stable Still Astonish
Let the stable still astonish;
Straw-dirt floor, dull eyes,
Dusty flanks of donkeys, oxen;
Crumbling, crooked walls;
No bed to carry that pain.
And then, the child, rag-wrapped
And laid to cry in a trough.
Who would have chosen this?
Who would have said: "Yes,
Let the God of all the heavens
and earth be born here, in this place"?
Who but the same God
Who stands in the darker, fouler rooms
of our hearts and says, "Yes,
Let the God of Heaven and Earth
be born here -- in this place."
~Leslie Leyland Fields
It's December ... Merry Christmas, everyone!
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