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Fresh The scent of a baby Clings to a sweater, A shoulder, Arms, lucky enough to have held His sweetly swaddled body, If only for a while. And there is a freshness found There, In the fragrant folds Of newborn skin Fresh,   Like the smell of clouds Ready to burst with Tiny drops of   enormous life. The sweat of heaven Pours forth from my God-baby’s skin And all I can think - Or deeply remember- Is that Jesus came In this way And in this skin That we might know Freshness once more. I cannot help but cling to a scent like that.     Christmas 2009