painless clarity

Maybe we are standing in the same place. 
Feet on the edge looking out and over and up and back. 
Knees to the floor searching for an answer, waiting and wondering like it's going to come around the corner loud with headlights. 
 

A Christmas Poem

Long before Mary heard, “Do not be afraid,” and the angels heard on high,
Before the three came to see the Newborn King, and before John spoke of One greater than he,
We were told of His coming.