Monday, December 22, 2014

Poem: "Imagine the Stable" by Eileen Spinelli



Imagine how it was –
stable luminous in starry light,
shepherds steeped in a night
all dizzy the grace.

Imagine the warm,
sweet-grass place
where the baby lay asleep –
the singing of angels
and rapturous birds,
their glad words
stirring even
the sheep.

Imagine the footfalls
of camels,
the heartbeat
of kings
stumbling east
toward a miracle.

Imagine how it was –
breeze wafting wonder
and peace
and gladness
across valley and hill.

Imagine
how it could be …
could be

still.