Bethlehem Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Diminutive glance like a fleeting finch
Moment where love surpasses knowledge
No touch just the scent of lemon flowers
Opaque emotion of simple connection
Transparent perception

We carry seeds
We bring hope deep like spring
Like bustling bees building their nest
Free me from great swelling words
No swords of proposition
Narrow passages with rites to the lonely
Ceremony of loves new morning

Hear the waves deep under the surface
Meet the eyes of the rich homeless
Gracious kindness shines
Expand my family to the by ways
All the broken sing 'Silent Night'
Every stranger was born in Bethlehem