by john clare
from the realm of the Father you came down
to end the slaughter of the lambs
the doves in open cages soar overhead
fatted calves rise from the altars of red
life returns to this land of death!
Angels fill a heaven no longer bereft
Majesty in the out of the way
the lowest know this first day
their swaddled sacrifice lies so very blue and still
they huddle close to ease His first earthly chill.
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