Christingle
Lovelies, let’s gather ‘round.
Grab your citrusy orange.
Hold it in your palm —
it’s the whole world.
Each one contemplates
the world. We have a world
of thought inside of us.
Christ born! Christ died for us!
Lovelies, have you got
the whole world in your palm?
Find a birthday candle, push
into the center of your world. Light it up!
Watch the flicker. He’s the center
of our belief. The light — savior
of this dark world. An orangeburst
of life, the craving for eternity.
Now a red ribbon, fasten ‘round
the waist of the world.
Lovelies, this is the blood of Christ.
He didn’t waste a drop.
Christ’s side was pierced, no red.
Water ran out instead. Completely
drained, his human experience profuse,
Our transfusion of mercy and grace.
Skewers, four seasons of fruit.
Juicy or dried, but delicious, satisfied
sanctification of each one, the saints.
Look to the Bishop of our Souls, the flame.
Fruit of the Spirit — love, joy, peace,
patience, kindness, goodness
faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.
Remind us! Let us see Christ inside us.
Christingle, look at it!
The loveliest of the lovelies
we celebrate. His birth, life,
death, resurrection and ascension.
Christingle reminds us
to remember his sacrifice, his love
for the whole world. What you hold
in your palm, infuse in your heart.
12/21/2020
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