Out on a limb,
like desperate travellers looking for somewhere to stay
like lonely shepherds in the dark
like a young girl suddenly with child
like wise men laughed at, following a wild idea
we are lost in a shapeless world
waiting for something to happen
out of step with time
unaware of the resting place
and the angels
trying to see through the pain
something in the shape of a star
until at the perfect moment, just off the beat,
the sound of singing
or a knock on the door,
a safe delivery:
as if we had found something lost
like a coin or a sheep
or someone sleeping in a field:
someone who, on closer inspection,
appears to be us