The tension was like fog

hovering over the grand hall.

attendants to the king

flitting about and talking

like birds at early dawn.

They accused me -ME

of saying it wrong.

How can it be

How can it be.

It was almost a song.

But a question thrown my way

- as if I would know

- I don't know

- don't understand

- I'm just here to speak the words

- I don't know the plan.

At last another journey

brings us to the place.

The home we have been 

searching for

But it's not much of a palace!

But then a first glance

of that beautiful face

and I knew I'd do anything

to be in that place. 

To worship a new king

to help deliver the gifts.

My life was changed forever

by that one fleeting kiss

- of a baby A KING!

But then came the time

to leave that small cosy place.

Our journey back home

was at a much slower pace.

But our faces shined with joy -

Oh what a beautiful face.

Poetrybybel