No gold to give you
Frankincense I cannot smell
Myrrh afraid to find
I follow the star
Silently make a you turn
Give homage to God
Bearing not a gift
Wrapped in paper and a bow
Only me to give

There is no love
like your son’s  love
it is there
to rise you high
and catch you
on the low
your little boy’s arms
are now strong enough
to hold you
and heal you
What joy!

Why does the wind we breathe not make us feel like one? Why does the gravity that holds us to the ground not make us feel like one? Why don't the sun's rays, which make us visible, make us feel like one? Why doesn't the water we all drink make us feel like one? Why is it that death, which we all eventually face, does not make us feel like one?

Learn to live in the absence of your own presence.

Your deception was unwittingly revealed to me by the flower you placed in my ear.