You who are
Lonely,
Seeking,
Not finding.
Everlastingly
Hiding
Your search
From all men.

Plunge
In the silence
Of this
Night
So tender.
Surrender to it.

You who are
Lonely,
Seeking,
Not finding,
Come to the
Crib,
Holding
A Child
For all
To see,
Yet shrouded
In the
Deepest
Of mystery.

You who are
Lonely
Seeking
Not finding,
Fall on
Your knees!
Your search
Is ended.
The night
So tender,
The crib
So simple
With the
Child in it
Is what you seek.