Did the star, so bright, kill the night?
The baby silent in submission to the
hands of unloved men and women?
Did angels hover and sing so sweetly?
Filling the sky with their susurration,
articulating the glory of an organic God?
Did Mary know that the sweat, pain
and agony of giving birth; was just the
beginning of his? Pain filled parturition
of an embryo space where no-one need
protest, or claim difference or worthiness?
A love-in that shelters, equals and seeks
to redeem the bound world’s corruption.
The Shepherds knew. His life was like
their sheep, full of potential and then
the slaughter, the bloom of red
spreading out to cover the blindness
of those; who saw their own images
and sought a sacrifice to cover their greed.