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David's little town, where children play 'mid ancient conflicts, dark garbed, bearded priests keep watch, and proudly show a certain cave to tourists and to worshipers. They say it is the place where you were born, and point to one small spot where ancient stone shows through a gilded star-hole in the floor. But here at home, wise scholars name the story myth, and place your birth some several miles removed from Bethlehem. No star, no angel-song, no shepherds and no manger-bed. But what of this? Poor child, my Lord, be cradled now in me: my heart, my soul, my works, my life; and let me birth you in this wounded world. |
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