The lights are dim
and the air musk-heavy.
It's quiet
all but the soft shuffling of
animals settling for the night.
What if I am here,
right here,
in this stable,
with this little Family
knowing what I know now?
Knowing already this Child.
not just the Infant,
but the Risen Jesus.
And not just His story,
but Him,
because of how much we've been through
together.
And what if, in this moment,
I can't take my eyes off that Baby.
And from behind
Someone comes up
put His hands on my shoulders,
tenderly
and asks,
"Would you like to hold the Baby?"
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