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.
Beautiful! To begin again with the lost animals, our own kind.
ReplyDeleteI love the poorest of the poor and the lost animals. So beautifully written! Sad, indeed, the unheard message.
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