No drama-curtain opens on the <br /> Christmas Crib, as if the scene itself <br /> Must curtain mystery and trap it <br /> In an awesome silence better left <br /> Alone when words would <br /> Only fumble feeble commentary <br /> On the fleshing of Divinity <br /> Moulded figurines grow distinctly <br /> Strange, birthing new perspectives-- <br /> The sort you get, perhaps, from <br /> Gazing long at spaces between <br /> Stars or what may lie beyond <br /> Horizons of hills or sea.<br /><br />(Reverend) Patrick Deighan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crib-curtain/
