The child enters the world in pain
The mother’s cries giving way to his own
Blood absorbed in animal stained straw
Smells of life and death,
Beginning and ending
Surround him from the first.
There is nothing simple about
This birth
This child
No simple joy
No simple story
No easy beginning
No easy ending
No baby gurgling sweetly in a cot.
Gold and myrrh hold all together:
Glad tidings of a saviour born for all
New-born life preparing to die
The gold of the king sharing his riches
Frankincense – God with us, God for us,
So that we can be with God
These posts are by guest authors for Fulcrum