We built the manger at an angle
from the dining room, on an old table,
the same manger every year
with the mule and the ox and the Child
and the three Kings and the star.
We have opened countless paths
all in the direction of the Cave,
with corruas of old pilgrims
-all of us- attentive to the austere walk of the test.
And in the night of the mystery we have sung
the old songs
of the mule and the ox and the Child and the three Kings and the star.
And we offered the night with our eyes and hands.
And we sang very low, with shame perhaps knowing that we were brothers
of the Child and of all in the night of the great wonder.
Miquel Martí i Pol