I see you looking 

for the The Lamp. 

The One 

that warms the honey 

for your invisible bread.

Long ago 

will find the way my children. 

Aren’t new stars born 

to our eyes

really lightyears from the past? 

Look for those cheerful eyes 

that milk laughter, dance, sing, 

and churn butter into life.  

Be still now and wait.  

For long ago is just around the bend.