Behold the Infant

by Fr. Robert J. Pecotte

A bird’s voice
lifts at first light;
the Virgin’s face
bent over the manger,
the Christ child sleeps

above the cave
Aleppo pines sway
against the breeze...
the infant Messiah stirs
swaddled in seamless cloth

A conifer tree,
branches gnarled with age,
cracks at dawn...
Mary lifts her son
from the rough wooden trough.

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