Rest here now, where dark earth envelops you.
Babe plays by the flame, Ass is bronzely lit.
With tired eyes and aching bones you sit
Beneath thatch and thistle to rest anew,
For strifeful days await to singe and hew
Your soul, your skin, your will, and every bit
Is writ for the babe to one day transmit
Through the bent knees gathered ‘round his fescue.
Wake now from your hazy dream you Joseph!
You’ve been called to Egypt, called to suffer
As you wander, beyond this sheltered fire,
From Manger to manger. Seek your Aleph!
Your silent master! Your Always-Better!
Whistling through dark nature you hear temptation’s Lyre.
(sort of an experiment with the petrarchan sonnet, stuck to the rhyme scheme but not really Iambic meter. The you before Joseph is intended to identify the reader with Joseph. The first capital Manger is on purpose to differentiate the holy manger with other mangers. A fesucue is "a small pointer (such as a stick) used to point out letters to children learning to read", in ancient times it was used to draw the letters in the dirt.)