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Aimee Guest's avatar

Kenosis by Luci Shaw

In sleep his infant mouth works in and out.

He is so new, his silk skin has not yet

been roughed by plane and wooden beam

nor, so far, has he had to deal with human doubt.

He is in a dream of nipple found,

of blue-white milk, of curving skin

and, pulsing in his ear, the inner throb

of a warm heart’s repeated sound.

His only memories float from fluid space.

So new he has not pounded nails, hung a door

broken bread, felt rebuff, bent to the lash,

wept for the sad heart of the human race.

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Rachel Nevergall's avatar

Blessed by this this morning, my friends. The perfect early morning read by the tree. I’m now thinking about how I read O Henry’s Gift of the Magi every year with a group of dear friends when we get together at New Years. I still can’t get through it without balling. Exactly what we need on the cusp of something new.

Also, as a side, never knew the Christmas Bells song was a Longfellow poem. Insert the more you know GIF.

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