“Howling wind slows mid-flight
At the sound of the infant’s cry
It too must take a breath,
To watch a miracle unfold.
The baying mule pauses its whine
When it hears the baby’s laughter.
He wonders who is the cream-colored creature
Asleep in his trough of hay.
A young mother pauses her prayers
To meet the heavy eyes of a father.
Their journey reflected in his joyful eyes;
A journey of trial and triumph.
Angels of fire and light release
A breath held, a too-long pause.
Their voices crescendo, shaking the Heavens
and waking sleeping men.
Magi with presents that shine
And shimmer; complete the fervent
Journey to bow in wonder
At a bundle swathed in cloths.
And now we students pause,
Suspend our studies, to remember
A story, to take a moment to praise
The birth of a Savior.”
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