I'm just trying to understand

So, this part about "The birds have nests, the 

foxes have holes,

but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head" 

or,

do I remember something about a stone for a pillow 

there?

I'm sorry to ask so many questions at a time,

I mean no disrespect

I only want to know you

More

So I can love You

Better

Am I to understand, that when you were living Your 

life here

You had no place to live?

You really took it one day at a time?

Did you not even rent a room in a house?

Did you ever wish as the sun began to fade

For some kind soul to welcome you into the warmth 

of his home

For someone to notice the weariness and dust you 

wore

For someone to see and share in your sojourn?

And on the nights when no one asked you in

And when you did stretch out upon the earth

Which I used to presume to be such a hardship

Thinking of the cold hard ground

Was it maybe your favorite thing

Finally free from the walls and ceilings

Imposed upon your free spirit by man

At last in communion with those who loved and knew 

You best

Earth, your beautiful daughter

I think her harsh

Ruined by my ceilings as I am

Used to my stark white paint and barren glass bulb

But to You, she must have been

Comfort

Peace

And all of your dear friends

could shine for You and worship

and speak your name

You must have sometimes felt,

"At last, my stars, my sweet little children"

And they would not talk back foolishly

But just minister their many pleasures

to Your tired mind

An expanse of quiet exaltation

Having nothing at all to prove

And no motives other than just to shine upon you

Yes, those nights must have been sweet

Maybe much nicer than the tense meals

and hours of exhausting pretense

in the well decorated house of a Pharisee

If you were to ask them to enjoy the stars with you

Just sit on the step

and talk about life

Would they?

Would I?

If it didn't mean I got something out of it

And there were no praises from my peers

And it didn't advance me on the ladder of human 

accomplishment

And it didn't make me look good

And it maybe even made me look like a dumb fool

And it didn't build me another wall or ceiling

And it just was going to show me one new thing 

within your heart

that I had never seen before

Would I?

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