I’m new to the world, I have only been here an hour.
The sky is so big, I can see it from where I’m placed.
The stars that I seem to remember… The shadows that tower
above me as I lie newborn and wrinkle-faced.
I’m vaguely aware of myself, but I’m snug here and sleepy,
the hay and the cloth and the breast that is full for me.
The woman, my mother, emotional, tired, and weepy.
The man less fretful now. From eternity
I seem to remember this place, though it all seems to shimmer…
The stars close their eyes and open the dawn of joy.
While the deep dark blue fades to grey and the velvet’s dimmer,
I forget that I am God who was born a boy.
Happy Christmas!