Thursday, December 4, 2014


The sadness of it,

the unheard message.

sent over and over again.

How is it possible to miss it?

Quiet....quiet, let the stillness

open, let the stars come

down. Look deeply into the eyes

of a lost animal.

Our real heart is still beating

behind masks and locked doors.

Look, there it is again, the child

in a manger, so poor.

He's with the poorest poor,

and yes, the animals.

That's where you find

yourself, your own true,

newborn king.


  1. Beautiful! To begin again with the lost animals, our own kind.

  2. I love the poorest of the poor and the lost animals. So beautifully written! Sad, indeed, the unheard message.


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