Baby in a Manger


Sunset on the Creek in Chatham Center, NY
Christmas Eve, 2015

Baby in a Manger

Today churches worldwide wrapped a baby
in swaddling clothes, and set him in a manger

beside his mother and father and beasts
who looked upon him curiously, as if to ask

Is he one of us? Indeed he is somehow,
for why would he be set outside with us?

Priests and pastors proceeded to mount
pulpits and rail against desires of the flesh

which puzzled the animals to no end.
So they claim their God is one of them

but they set him here with us and state
he be free from the desires we seek?

Let us be free from human speech
if their words mean so little to them!


Poet’s Notes ####

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There is no image to this poem, as it was drafted a few years ago (and revised last week).

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