Christmas in the Stars II

Lord, I’ve been a fool

too wise to hope, too sane to dream

my eyes so dim with learning

I could only believe what I could see.

The witches and the women

the poets and the priests

the madmen and the beggars

they all looked the same to me

raving about some other world

hidden behind our own

and the day when our world

would roll up like a scroll

and the blind see

and the lame stand

and the wolf lie down

beside the lamb

and a little child lead all of them.

But I knew better than that:

that each life ends only in death.

Strike a pot, and it will fall apart.

The same is true for a heart,

and no magic can bind it up,

or make it new.

My heart was proof.

But you were the element

that turned dust to living flesh,

a miracle we tried to forget

as we searched the world for it.

And you were always singing,

in the dark space between the suns

in the pulse of every leaf

on every page, in every sum.

And you were a fool, too, Lord,

for love of us.

And when we couldn’t hear your voice

you wrote it for us in the stars.

Written by: my pal, Carey Wallace