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The world is not a simple place

Nor perfect as my party dress

It wails and weeps and gnashes teeth

Above, below, moans unbelief

Waiting upon a tinseled throne

A star to watch and wonder

What could it mean?

Ponder now

Allow Divine intrusion

How do I see this seed

upon the rough, forbidding ground

In caves and calloused feet

Where hope again finds root and grows

Where truth comes home to rest

One day to offer gratitude

First sought on mother’s breast