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At the Nativity
I spoke quite softly then to Miriam,
but she was crying out against
her labour pains.
And so she took no note
of what I, her husband, said,
though it was couched in love.
She only heard the gilded choruses
of angels singing high above our heads
and all the hillside echoes
of their “fear not” filled refrains.
but she was crying out against
her labour pains.
And so she took no note
of what I, her husband, said,
though it was couched in love.
She only heard the gilded choruses
of angels singing high above our heads
and all the hillside echoes
of their “fear not” filled refrains.
Published 8th Dec 2023
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