Added Monday 10th November 2008
I sometimes forgot at the wood shavings' fall,
As He carefully reckoned the line of a wall,
That an angel had called him the ruler of all.
But I never forgot what His mother had said
Of the angel's request and the price on their head
And I dreamed of stones flying and my love lying dead.
Read more of Joseph's Reverie, from the Advent to Candlemas collection.
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