eternity sleeps

here on a hay bed
open eyes shine black
peering from a tiny face
even still womb-wet

his mother lifts him
out of the manger
putting him up to her breast
eager, his mouth seeks

how he drinks it in
ordinary, yet
promise of the centuries
enfleshed, a human

how unlike we thought
oh, but how like us
ponder now this mystery
eternity sleeps