The world is not a simple place
Nor perfect as my party dress
It wails and weeps and gnashes teeth
Above, below, moans unbelief
Waiting upon a tinseled throne
A star to watch and wonder
What could it mean?
Ponder now
Allow Divine intrusion
How do I see this seed
upon the rough, forbidding ground
In caves and calloused feet
Where hope again finds root and grows
Where truth comes home to rest
One day to offer gratitude
First sought on mother’s breast