The ancient train is going nowhere,
Stuck by an object unknown,
It has lost its will to go places,
Lights inside the cars go dim
as rust begins to add acid to depressed wheels.
The bird on the tree branch knows everything,
There, sits Mary
who is having a coffee break
after singing baby Jesus to sleep,
Some bored apostles below stand frozen, watching.
Peter, Luke, John, Mark, Mathew, and Paul
finally decide to have a sleepover party on Earth,
Tickets in hands,
Chocolate chip cookies and pizzas in mind,
They are ready to ascend.