Three wise men with gifts a child of God was born.. every child a miracle… every rose bush thorns..
In the city stories told.. teach and hold the trail.. judges say ‘beware’.. as you seekers sail..
Bourbon Street.. docks with fleets needy streakers seek.. gambol fun with drink.. hungup gray and bleak..
Swamp path to a village.. then another place.. million feelings felt.. each a cartoon face..
Colors blend from sound that bends rainbows in the sky a solid truth survives.. faded pastel lies..
Behold as told a town of gold.. care all lovers share.. smiles warm every cold.. melody comes sweet.. easy fine and bold..
Center town path takes you down a sorcerer spell.. village folks each side.. of the ‘Magic Well’
Thought.. ‘an object of faith may become a karmic signpost.. a common good from water shared may fulfill common belief among people’..
Long written in theologies and religions.. this has come to me now.. in truth..