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On the Vigil of the Nativity
In a Capuchin friary, on a wall
In faded letters from the long ago
A simple sign asks the casual visitor
“Why Are You Here?”
And that’s a fair question; it always is
If I am in one place, I am not in another;
Unless someone has forced me otherwise
I have made a choice to be where I am
So why do I kneel here (and half asleep)
In a Stable, among cattle and sheep?
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