Wake up little Isaac. And rub your tired eyes. Go and kiss your mama. Well be gone a little while. Come and walk beside me. Come and hold your papas hand. I go to make an altar. And to offer up
To all the poets I have known. Who saw the beauty in the common place. Saw incarnation in a Baby's face. And in a drop of rain the stars. When there was mud and blood and tears. You sang a song a