Poetry

Vision of Confluence

Ambrose Andreano

As it was foretold of old,
Behold,

The birth of the one with eyes like the sun.
Causing warmth for some;
Causing others to run.

Born of a virgin,
Miracles ensue.
The fleece is dry,
Yet there is dew.

Sheep of the right,
Bask in the light,
Shining within,
No knowledge of night.

Goats of the left,
Burn in the light,
Shining without,
No knowledge of right.

Buried at birth,
Foreshadowing seed,
Foreknowing the sorrow;
Extent of the bleed.

Word placed in a manger
That we may feed,
To conquer sin,
And mend the need.

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