Away in a Manger
not just a Word but a Name and not just a Name but an Embrace of mouth and ear speaking deepest identity in the dovetail joint of forever togetherness. Oh Baby! Ooh Baby! God born a cooper needle in a crazy golden haystack bigger and brighter than the entire frothy Milky Way: that’s how you pronounce “Love” in the attic above sound and in the basement below language. Oh Baby! a Word a Name a Glad-You-Came like no other spoken like no other heard, yet here we all are dull, yokel shepherds getting by just fine managing the purest niceties in the high idiom of Angels.