Rest on the Way to Egypt

REST ON THE WAY TO EGYPT

Rest here now, where dark earth envelopes you.

Babe plays by the flame, Ass is bronzely lit.

With tired eyes and aching bones you sit

Beneath thatch and thistle to rest anew,

For strifeful days await to singe and hew

Your soul, your skin, your will, and every bit

Is writ for the babe to one day transmit

Through the bent knees gathered ‘round his fescue.

Wake now from your hazy dream you Joseph!

You’ve been called to Egypt, called to suffer

As you wander, beyond this sheltered fire,

From Manger to manger. Seek your Aleph!

Your silent master! Your always better!

Whistling through dark nature you hear temptation’s Lyre.

(sort of an experiment with the petrarchan sonnet, stuck to the rhyme scheme but not really Iambic meter. The you before Joseph is intended to identify the reader with Joseph. The first capital Manger is on purpose to differentiate the holy manger with other mangers.)

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