Oxen at midnight

Faith’s embers burn in all of us,
As in the poet’s Victorian gloom.

Oxen are mild faithful creatures
From a stew of straw and urine

In a tail swishing sleepless flies.
Gloom sits yet , twelve of clock

Awaiting the paper star to shine.
A few drones appear in a desert

A peace offering by far off men,
Ever lasting peace for strangers.

(Reference is to Thomas Hardy’s poem “The Oxen”. At the time of the nativity ,the oxen are believed to be kneeling in a tribute to the Birth of Jesus Christ)


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