Poem December 15, 1986 Issue

Fulfillment

Helen Fairfax Stephenson

The star climbs the night,
poises angelic halo
above Bethlehem.
After their trek, shepherds
sit quietly.
The babe sleeps
in his dozing mother's arms.
Joseph lies back
in a pile of straw,
finally at ease.
A dappled cow placidly chews cud,
a lamb folds spindly legs
under his peaceful belly.
A spider
in her corner
scurries back and forth to weave
enough glistening web
to prism the sun's first rays.
Suddenly now a rooster crows.
The earth springs awake
to
a
changed world.

Helen Fairfax Stephenson

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