"Let the Stable Still Astonish"

 Let the Stable Still Astonish

by Leslie Leyland Fields

Let the stable still astonish

Straw-dirt floor, dull eyes,

Dusty flanks of oxen;

Crumbling, crooked walls;

No bed to carry that pain,

And then the child,

Rag-wrapped, laid to cry 

In a trough.

Who would have chosen this?

Who would have said: "Yes,

Let the God of all the heavens and earth

be born here, in this place?"

Who but the same God

Who stands in the darker, fouler rooms of our

hearts

and says, "Yes, let the God of Heaven and Earth

be born here-in this place."

"Let the Stable Still Astonish," reprinted by kind permission from Leslie Leyland Fields.

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