The Moon Was a Baseball
See Christ Here Poem and Picture 016--December 17, 2018
For one December afternoon
the moon was a baseball
caught in a tree,
eighty quintillion tons of rock
hung on a bare branch.
Such immensity and brilliance
seemingly heldresting on a bit of wood,
like the Incarnation of God
cradled in a borrowed manger.
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