dusty air creates swirly patterns
with each step, the weary beast splashes majestic dust
heavy and overwhelmed, it shifts with rhythm and as it rests –
its eyes remain open through the night
its treasure is exceedingly great
its ears can hear the voices of the angels, and the voice of the child
each sound reminds it to continue the journey, which has been a hard delight
its limited mind can’t comprehend hospitality matters among the brethren
it is the peaceful assurance that comes from its master –
a trajectory that started with confidence and heavenly advice
as it finally lays down, the most beautiful cry elaborates its mind –
lifting its soul to a profound and godly encounter
for unto us a child is born, the blessed child that brings salvation to this dry land – perfection in the purest form
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men!
Tapia 