Heaven and earth will pass away,

but my words will not pass away. (Gospel)

The Cradle of Grecio

We live in God

as in a house

with a roof of stars

and a bed of grass

and we—every

thing

are his dreams

but for our lust to

conjure horror—

though who has looked

upon helplessness

has looked upon God

imagined best in a baby 

J. Janda