Child for all times remade into our own,
By some divine benevolence brought forth
To pat us on the back the while we choose
Inflated price tags for our Christmas worth?
Mangers are sanitised. The gentle beasts
Smile down benignly on the pristine straw,
Where bloodless childbirth brought no dirt or pain
And all is very seemly – nothing more!
This seemly? This – that full divinity
Mind-shattering majesty, all holiness,
Weight beyond worlds should, in our form confined,
Embrace deliberately our wretchedness?
The absolute is here made mutable.
Perfected joy puts on our misery.
The infinite is bound, the maker made:
And we hide truth with our cheap artistry!