It's wrong
  bursting through all else
A Christmas leading
  a stars pull
A child beheld
  on a lulling hush
All break the heat
  the lost days
With the bright hope
  distant and yet to come
Shouldn't we be searching
  all our lives to make sense
Of the night
  of the leading
Of saying yes
  to something beyond ourselves
To participate 
  in birthing hope