“We read in Isaiah: ‘The ox knows its owner, and the *** the master’s crib….’”
-Papa Benedict, The Blessings of Christmas
The ox and *** are in the Stable set In service divine, as good Isaiah writes A congregation of God’s creatures met In honor of their King this Night of nights
And there they wait for us, for we are late Breathless in the narthex of eternity A star, a road, a town, an inn, a gate Have led us to this holy liturgy:
Long centuries and seasons pass, and yet The ox and *** are in the Stable set