Mary's Questionby Alan StanfordWas this what He intended? The sweet damp stench of the stable Carved from the rock? Was this the promise fulfilled? Cold stone and rotting wood And the sound of warmth and merriment So close beside us So unreachable For we were two too many? And the child? The produce of the crystal of my soul A glass to magnify the glory of the promiser? Was this the promise? Worshipped for the moment? Adored by those whose title gave them safety? Shepherding the minds of those whose minds are led? Always to be unwanted turned aside rejected Sent out into the backyard of the heart Sought out for slaughter by the power temporal and temporary Exiled hiding running and afraid Perpetual refugee? And then betrayed into another place Of sweet damp stench. A tomb Carved from the rock? Was this what he intended for his son?
Christmas Poems
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