His sacred head lacked a place

To rest, to dream, to weep

From dew-cast night

To dawn-lit day

His house became

Dusty roads beneath beautiful feet

I marvel to see His lack—

No bed, no cup,

Nor feather down

A throneless King

Stooped

Donning splendor in squalor-robes

What kind of itinerant Royalty

Wore homelessness

So I could taste His heaven?

Who wandered

On this pallid earth

To color lifeless souls?

A mysterious Sovereign

Jesus is

Who paradoxed the earth

Who gave up Home

So all could have a place

To rest, to dream, to weep.