you could have come
with miracle and magic
in a flash of light
in a hurricane of judgement
so that the earth shook
and the earth trembled
but you chose to come
in a baby's newborn cry
you chose to make your coming known
to working men in a cold hillside
to wandering scholars
to an innkeeper
and to the beasts of the field.
Because you came, a baby,
born to a young girl
you brought miracle and magic and mystery
into ordinary things
and the whole creation sings at your coming
and is blessed.
- Heather Pencavel
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