Tis the night before
The night before
an odd day
without expectation
no quiet stillness
no starry night
no angel choir
no voice echoing in our chamber of fear
be not afraid
this day we trod
we trod
through the debris of life
head down
merely putting on foot in front of the other
unaware
that all heaven is about to break loose
we think of common things
of bills to be paid
of marriages unraveling
of children struggling
we think of taxes (damn Caesar anyway)
and of hunger
and cold
step by tired step
we plod
eyes fixed on the dusty
manure scattered grown
unaware
that all heaven is about to break loose
halting for a moment
at a busy street
to watch a young girl pass by
walking the walk of the very pregnant
a man, her husband perhaps
or maybe her father
hovering at her side
the walking on again
un-expectant
and
worn
unaware
that all heaven is about to
break loose
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