Day 29 - Bethlehem

Yesterday's entry is the very end of an extended poem that starts

(Breathless was the air over Bethlehem. Black and bare
Were the fields; hard as granite the clods;
Hedges stiff with ice; the sedge in the vice
Of the pool, like pointed iron rods.)

and ends in Bethlehem.

In between we get a glimpse into the epic proportions and cosmic consequences of that 'little' event over 2000 years ago.

You can find the complete poem in Poems: C.S. Lewis, ed. Walter Hooper, First Harvest/HBJ edition 1977, pp. 49-51.