Xmass
Borne on the wind in the cold valley slipstream,
Carried by rivers on ribbons of ice,
In the pines that sang to the corpse-grey sky
From the earth that drank the blood of Christ;
Comes the spirit of Christmas present and past,
The heart of nature, the stars and wood,
The ghost of a future, extolling rebirth,
The vanquish of evil, the triumph of good.
Stitched in the bird song of red-breasted robins
Suckled by fires of chestnut and coal,
Lit by the glimmer of crystal and gimcracks,
Nursed in the fabric of each living soul;
Come the day of salvation for all that we are
The mercy and goodness with hope reconciled,
When X times the MASS of the weight of humanity
Equals vision reborn through the eyes of a child…?
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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