Yet to be Discovered

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It was cloudy today as the sun rose, but I was amazed

at the beauty of the day yet to be discovered,

and I was astonished with a sense, that we all

have something, to write about.

Where is your sun rising?

              

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In that Stable

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Donkey hair was all over her clothing, goats bleated

cows shifted, and winced at the screams of pain,

and fortunately the sweet smell of hay

covered most of the other smells.

And amidst the agony of childbirth

the light, the divine Light

the most heavenly

of Lights

entered our world

completely and totally

vulnerable.

Certainly His birth was a sign.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies