There it lies
a wrinkled bit of flesh
squalling into the night
the delight of his mother's
eyes
but to us
just a baby
just that pink
and squalling mess
that baby in a manger
so common
and yet
lying there in that trough
made for feeding
do we not see glimmers of some truth
that he may be more than we see
or understand
that he may be
food for the world
that he might become
bread broken
and wine poured
sustenance for us
for me
what I need to live
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He is the Way
Follow Him through the Land of Unlikeness;
You will rare beasts, and have unique adventures
He is the Truth
Seek Him in the Kingdom of Anxiety
you will come to a great city
that has expected your return for years.
He is the Life
Love Him in the World of the Flesh;
And at your marriage all its occasions shall dance for joy.
W.H. Auden
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