No drama-curtain opens on the br Christmas Crib, as if the scene itself br Must curtain mystery and trap it br In an awesome silence better left br Alone when words would br Only fumble feeble commentary br On the fleshing of Divinity br Moulded figurines grow distinctly br Strange, birthing new perspectives-- br The sort you get, perhaps, from br Gazing long at spaces between br Stars or what may lie beyond br Horizons of hills or sea.