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What we heard on Christmas Day
Nov 27, 2007
Julie L. Moore
Silence like early morning, like indigo
Deepening at the bottom of the sea.
For hundreds of years.
No voice to say
this is the way
. They raised
Their questions, rose each morning, found
No answers. Unless you count
. But after the hush
Of prophecy, the long line of law,
Exile centuries ago just a bitter aftertaste
In their empty mouths, sting
Of dust on their ribs dulled, almost imperceptible,
A baby wailed. And if you listened close,
You knew your ears did not deceive you.
He had entered the ebony tomb
Of Earth, loosening at last his long-held tongue,
The star a halo of song blaring overhead,
God is not dead
nor does he sleep