How could it be
that the Creator of the Universe
would think of me?
How could it be
that the Creator of over
a trillion galaxies
would care for me
as a mother, her baby?
How could it be
that the Creator of over
300 hundred billion stars of our galaxy
would comfort me
as a father, his child?
How could it be
that the Creator of the Universe
would conceive of pomegranates
peaches, plums, and apples
to feed me?
How could it be
that the Creator of the Universe
wishes me to call Him, Father?
How could it be
that the Creator of the Universe
would come to me
as a helpless baby
lying in straw in a manger?
How could it be
that the Lord of the Universe
would come to me as a child,
the Christ Child
telling me he needs a