The cattle, hushed,
have burrowed low
all nestle there as one.
shine lonely light on this clear night,
for lantern’s oil is gone.
Far from the distance Magi ride,
on camel ships, in trio,
their urgent need
for compass speed,
so drawn, their hearts in brio.
Shivering shepherds meekly come,
with unknowing exploration.
to chance a peep,
like curious sheep,
in wondrous adoration.
Thus, one beauteous mother lies,
serene and calmly numb.
gently from her womb,
to light the room,
a cherub boy has come.
Quiet,
our naked alabaster prince,
in swaddled, loving bliss,
his hands unfurl,
to greet our world,
and sends us all a kiss.
© Graham Sherwood 12/2018
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