We gathered together in our overflowing churches,
to celebrate the feast of divine light.
Peace and tranquility radiated from every face,
and nothing of the daily grind was to be seen.
While we sang the age-old familiar songs,
of silent night and the shepherds in the field.
A policeman reported at his office,
someone has hanged himself in the city park.
Description: normal build, sound of limb,
just a person like you and me and everyone.
Perhaps only unspeakably alone,
without faith in God, angels and peace.
He may have heard the bells singing,
he may have stood still for a while.
When he saw people pass through the holy night,
they were all just strangers to him.
For in the world, there is little to be seen
of the presence of the kingdom of God.
That's why Jesus is always born in a cave,
while we sing behind tightly closed doors.