Song

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