Sonnet 516

About a manger neath auspicious light
That silver’d o’er a scene of prophecy,
A darkened stable bathed and gilded bright
Bore promise of that which they’d come to see.
The Magi kneeling, ushered by a star,
Or yet perhaps an occultation seen —
So bearing gifts dream fostered from afar
To spread about the newborn savior’s feet.
On Golden hay lay Frankincense and Myrrh,
A preordained nativity vivant;
Dialectic proof of virgin birth,
For no believer ever to recant;
Soft with their silence spoke both ox and ass,
‘The barn is warm and yes, this too shall pass.’

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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