Christmas 2: Boxing Day

This is how the child leads:
A shepherd charged with feeding the grieved
takes every stone hate hurls at him;
a king and his page trudge through charity’s snow;
boxes are filled with surplus things;
the lion lies down with the lamb.

We who eat from Plenty’s horn,
flush with leftovers, paper scraps,
beneath the season’s plenty-green tree:
look where the child goes;
watch Him grow and mark His steps –
Stephen, Wenceslas, and all
who’ve eyes to see, come see.

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