To explain that it is difficult is easier than to explain.
I sort the words with care, but one is missing,
the key to all.
Bells ring, hours grow, hearts fill with wonder, silence falls over running feet, trees tear asunder.
These things happen, and no one knows
why they happen,
I can not form the word to unfold the answer
of the foreign star.
Color sings, love glows, a baby opens his eyes, voices call, lambs bleat, the star fills the sky.