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.