It was Joseph who listened to Mary
When she awoke with a dream so vivid.
Maybe, he heard of the Angel visit later
And dropped what he was doing.
From the beginning, this child required faith.
Inside a book, there is a picture of a star
That fell while it was flying.
To this day it lies flat and even with the ground
Where his Son was born.
Had no one heard of his dreams?
A Son to love and follow after himself.
The Son for whom he carved an animal from a piece of wood
And who ran around the house in joyful glees.
On his Son’s birthday, Joseph wasn’t whom Saviors came from
And Mary was his wife
who cooked him breakfast every morning
and would bake some bread for later.
Joseph, like all fathers who never know what their kids will become
rose each morning and did what he could do.