“Emmanuel” and everyone is ringing bells
while wishing for snow (it's eighty-two degrees here: a desert winter).
It means 'God with us' and I shiver even in the heat
because that means He's not in the clouds: not sitting pretty on a gold throne
but in us. Around us. This Manger,
mangy as my dirty fingertips with filth caked under the nails
like I had something to accomplish.
Don't come yet. I have to push back my cuticles. Like I have something to offer.
Like I have nothing to hide.
You are only a baby and I am already cowering in secrets
that won't keep themselves from You.
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