The third sheep from the left is the holy child.
You can see her, in the frame of her mother’s camera,
at the heart of the heavens and the earth.
In her, the earliest secrets of love are revealed.
Before the stars were spoken into orbit,
her beauty was already making the rounds.
To touch the hem of her garment –
re-stitched in haste, and in preparation –
is to see God. Now, here,
the temporal representative of all that is sacred,
love’s pure light cast in a single lifetime,
has just stumbled into the Magi’s donkey
and both fell to the ground, giggling.
The Magi’s donkey is the holy child.