The night wind

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Stars of deep night,
sing your crystal songs in me.
Angels, radiate your joy
from within my darkness.
Mary, begin your deep breathing in me,
and Joseph, your benevolent uselessness.
Shepherds and all scruff and tatter,
all nighttime characters in me,
gather now, and come to the stable.
And you kings, you wise sages,
you voices from beyond, come,
with your wisdom and your swirling smoke
of incense and your dreams, come.

And you, child, whose very breath is heaven,
in whose heart God's heart beats in mine,
come. Let this birth occur.

I do not comprehend. I only stand,
mute and open like a stable,
plain and ordinary—a little rough, even,
but hospitable to miracles.
The night wind puts an arm around me
and I am at peace.


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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
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