Yes, he is here
I could not see him;
Light so intense, one looks away,
hand over eyes.
Then, the silence of a cave;
***** faces, calloused hands.
In the shadows a baby cries.
Normal people, working people,
Fearful and unsure of me_
Could it be truly this?
There’s nothing unusual here,
Only poor, ordinary ones.
Could he choose to be one of these?
Love cannot be reduced,
But it can be shared among friends;
He is first among equals.
He is us.
May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 3:06 PM UTC
Yes, he is here
I could not see him;
Light so intense, one looks away,
hand over eyes.
Then, the silence of a cave;
***** faces, calloused hands.
In the shadows a baby cries.
Normal people, working people,
Fearful and unsure of me_
Could it be truly this?
There’s nothing unusual here,
Only poor, ordinary ones.
Could he choose to be one of these?
Love cannot be reduced,
But it can be shared among friends;
He is first among equals.
He is us.
