Wooden manger
May a stranger
Kneel before you
And adore you?
Dear God-Baby,
I thought maybe
If I cuddled
You, my muddled
Brain could sever
Grief, the lever
Of each doubting
Angel's shouting.
Little One, wise
Christ-Child, will eyes,
Blind with sorrow,
See tomorrow?
Evelyn Coffey
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