Saturday, February 6, 2016


A simple little puddle among the winter trees,
Simple blades of grass tickle and tease
The water in which they hang through breeze.

A simple little winter flower by the road,
Simple little blades of grass in their abode
Under their dusty roadside load.

A simple little winter truth,
Simple little children learn in youth
About the Baby born forsooth.

A simple, but so profound, news,
Simple prophets gave the clues
Of Jesus' death that God did not refuse.

So simple yet so surprising, so beautiful, so miraculous (God as man?), so wonderful.