Fresh Epiphany: To the brave bearer, Love…
Fresh Epiphany Wrapping up my clay Nativity again, of a January morning– These three-decades-old figures in the story, hand-formed with the tears Of my just-opened eyes—I muse: After Jesus, newborn fist barely visible, which of these Could be most important? Probably not the thin buff cow with one horn half-broken, Nor the small brown dog, …