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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dawn of Christ's Nativity [sonnet]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This starry dawn – the wise men yet afar –<br>the shepherds are abed, their night’s task done.<br>Is Mary tired? Or, as one untouched? <br>All birth’s a miracle; no less this one.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The cattle have bestirred at hint of morn, <br>the thought of feeding making moist their muzzle; <br>straw is rustling as they, manger-drawn, <br>find unfamiliar form – so warm – to nuzzle.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What were the first words Joseph softly said<br>to Mary, as dawn broke, this day of days? <br>And who, sent from the inn to cattle-shed, <br>to feed and lay fresh straw, fell still in praise? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How long, this morn, before the murmured sound<br>of voices in the street, as Word gets round?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>

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