So awe fulled the birthing
of God's presence, new cauled
in humble manger's destiny,
The base and apex of
a starred cave's presents
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.
--- A poem I wrote 15 years ago that I think still distills the Good News message. It still warms my spirit during this cold, intolerant, dysfunctional time, though I no longer think the lines are literally true.
Hopefully, the poem will speak to all of you.
May you have a blessed Christmas month, filled with hope, joy, and kindness.
Dan Wilcox
First published in The Green Silk Journal
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