When you let the beautiful words
Out of the box Inside;
The skies let out an Earthshaking roar
And a flash of beautiful Light;
And the tears of God and the angels
Fall to our mortal world;
And some would only see chaotic misfortune
In this moment;
But I know better
Than to scorn such a simple
But profound gift of harmony
In this complicated world
Of pure madness.

_For Daniel Greenfield_