Waiting, without patience, rather with love,
The baby knows so much more than us all.
Where the heart leads the head,
And expressions of disguise are unknown.
And a gaze contains all.
Unwilling to listen,
And unwilling to hear.
Unwilling to learn,
Or listen to facts.
Unwilling to research,
And therefore, to analyze.
Unwilling to move,
A mind or a heart.
A sadness which precludes anger.
Let us undo unwillingness,
And see the curtain open; revealing the light of a day.