by ST, 1980s Born one night– no room in the inn: crowded–every place filled full. The burden of the taxing: Payment must be made. The Only, the Humblest abode where the Lamb was kept: the Stable, the Christ was there born one night. Bourne one night in agony while others slept, a Man of constantContinue reading “The Labor”
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In the Last Days, Before the New Arrival
by ST, in the 1980s From early spring, in the season of the Lamb, We waited for news from the distant land: How fares the Vineyard, shall the tree give the fig? When harvest time is here, shall ought fill the crib? The month of Julius, then Augustus, the days were wasted, To pregnant fields,Continue reading “In the Last Days, Before the New Arrival”
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