The night of his arrival was not exactly silent.
Still, the heavens did not split. The stones held their peace. No cymbal clash, no trumpet blare announced the reign of David's heir.
What would you have heard?
An infant cry that lonely night
Beneath a single star's cool light,
And far above -- distant, unseen --
The crystal rush of seraph wings.
(Picture: CC 2007 by eir@si)
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