“Wondering Airs”
Star child, I wanted to believe in you For so long— Ever longing, I cherished you Holiest of babes born to mankind! I grasped at the clear glow that surely Must have slanted from the straw Cradling you in a stone manger Over two thousand years ago. I wanted to swaddle the warm promise of your Presence and glory in my own soul, but now I feel Your flesh was only ever wrapped in fables, Stabled in stories passed from tongue to page. Each December your syllables fly across wondering airs Winter cold, pressed still and falling with snowflakes Like […]
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