How?
How shall a rose so fair and full as this
Bloom in the depth of Winter?
How can a stable radiate such bliss?
Pray, may we softly enter?
The mystery veiled in mundane things declares
God in all things
Answering our troubled prayers.
How shall a child so weak and poor as this
Blossom in hail and thunder?
How can God's son fall to a traitor's kiss?
Pray, may we stand in wonder?
The mystery of the child who will not die,
From earth-bound chrysalis
To heavenly butterfly.