“One of the oxen said, 'I know Him, He is me—a beast of burden, used, abused, excluded from the feast— a toiler, One by Whom no task will be refused: I wish Him strength, I give him room.' One of the shepherds said, 'I know Him, He is me—a man Who wakes when others sleep, Whose watchful eyes will scan the drifted snow at night, alert for the lost sheep: I give this Lamb, I wish Him sight.' One of the wise men said, 'I know Him, He is me—a King on wisdom's pilgrimage, One Plato claimed would bring the world back to its old unclouded golden age: I give this truth, I wish Him gold.' Mary, His mother, said, 'I know His heart's need, it is mine— the chosen Child Who lives lost in His Lord's design, the self and symbol of the selfless life He gives: I give Him life, I wish Him love.'”
– Dick Davis, "A Christmas Poem" written for the 1982 Carol Service of Nene College, Northampton
