His mother knew she would not be denied her request
Water became wine for the feast, what change happened
In his heart? What change appeared in those depths
Not only was it made, but made better for when those
Who drank it wouldn't care, yet better it was made
To receive the best last when we don't know is this
The way of good news, is this the way it goes
We visit stories again and they become changed
New to our ears hearing, new because we are not
The same people, are we better? Did the slight of hand
Work upon our hearts and make us see something new
Within the depths of our hearts, or another and are we
Made better, new by the changing power of fancy?