A feeding trough in a hillside cave,

a little straw, a swaddling cloth -

A baby took his first breath

unnoticed by a town that had no room.

Nobody knew that time had been invaded,

split in two, as human and divine

were forever fused

in flesh and bone, tissue and blood,

the fragile body of a newborn child.

Nobody knew that within his tiny chest

beat the very heart of God.

It doesn't take much to receive him

No fanfare, no gilded cradle, he doesn't ask

to be swaddled in silk or adorned with gold.

He only asks for a longing heart,

an earnest cry, a yearning soul

where he can grow,

human and divine forever fused in you.