I almost missed seeing, but
the corner shrubs were beautiful, they caught my eye.
he blended into the earth’s tapestry like camouflage.
I began to see, and beauty and obscene continued to dance.
He was born into that very dance.
no, the night was not silent–
there was blood, dirt, manure, straw and leftover crumbs on the ground
as love delivered throughout and hope entered into the crap
not to the sounds of chapel bells and chrismon smells
but to labor cries and the stench of the stable air
embodied in a tiny child,
seeking refuge from Herod’s genocide
moved in.
on that night beauty and obscene danced.
Jesus joined right in.