One
So awe fulled the birthing
of God’s presents, new cauled
in humble manger’s destiny,
The base and apex of
a starred cave’s presence
of all future festivals
Yet abandoned, forsaken to
the crowned world’s nails,
every man’s cursedness;
Farthest reach of faith
this Apocalypso dancer
crosses the Cosmos,
Morning us night-less;
he compassions Earth
ever peopling Heaven,
Emptying the pitiless bottom
zeroing Apollyon
into ever’s Now
Beloved one, Yeshua
child of the masses
point man for us all.
Have a blessed Christmas.
Daniel Wilcox
Previsously published in The Greensilk Journal
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