After the women's voices, after
the tenor's crescendoed refrain,
after the youth bell choir, faces
gleaming with the bells,
one child sings.
Doctors said he'd not talk,
nor walk, nor stand erect.
tall and straight under the nativity; alone,
hands hard-clasped; his voice,
with effort, strong and clear:
Light and life to all he brings....
Walking home, small in new snow,
white breath in my lungs,
I hear again his voice, a crystal
Christmas vignette, simply saying: