NATIVITY 1. A town on the plain white ark ready to sail past dreaming farmhouses. A white sea climbs onto the land tonight. In the warm human hull a cradle with rays of yellow hay, stable midst the dim and din of time's uncertain weather. 2. He fell down the sky in a raiment of bone, the Babe born in the wild-rose womb of Mary. He brings down dew, cool balm for the thirst of the prisoner chained through ages of starlight. Babylon may fall, arise again, fall, but the waking head in the light does not perish. Inward blossoms, inward spring are ours. Beyond the rocky shore the sea washes in indelible clouds of flowers, an earthly room sanctified. --Geoff Oelsner
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