we wake
in our manger beds
we are
one tiny filament
for prosperous
heaven's sake
part
of a single
twisted thread
just a strand
of all
that is done
the stars
are testament
only God
knows
what is truly
at stake
in our silly
human heads
we might think
our will
be done
but in truth
we are
only
one element
of this
cosmic cement
out
of an ancient
sacred lake
with our
earthly thoughts
stuck
in our naked heads
we 
might think
with this
life
we have won
but the Creator's
true intent
is
about a deeper
even more
sacred lake

  

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