A light, the manger lit.
Shepherds’ night eyes, known only to the hills,
glowed warmly to beasts and to the Heavenly Host.
Furrowed faces, ’trenched in toil, met rows of Angels toe to toe.
Each saber was a song, and “Gloria” echoed in the heart.
Their eyes, as distant moons, drew near to orb the star;
the Son, hidden in the bushel of a barn.
Emmanuel, the Brother Lamb, cried out among them.
His face, like theirs, with life lines laid
beneath an Infant’s skin.
In that star’s light, all eyes glowed like His.
And Light of Light revealed a Mother’s love.
Though night was cold,
within this flock was warmth enough for all.