Spectral Horse No. 6: An Excerpt

God the Father, God the Son,
God the everlasting One,
But I see you most of all,
As the boy who mother called.

Though the angel came to say
You would be our Christ one day,
Long years had passed, that a dream
Your manger birth to me seemed.

Living with us in the house,
With your father, he my spouse,
Who adopted and scolded you:
As our baby we you knew.

Even James, who shared your chores,
And in the night heard your snores:
You, a playmate, he recalls,
In the street, bouncing a ball.

Son of Man, and brother too,
Learning child who pictures drew
Of the beasts who walk our Land,
Beasts produced by that same hand.

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(The rest of this poem is to be found in Spectral Horse Poems No. 6).