Jesus asks us to live in the months
In the dead of winter a crocus rises
Within the snow, Jesus is reborn
Both fragile yet frost resistant
Like Persephone to Hades’ reign
Innocence is granted rebirth
In the Spring He brings s a whip
Fewer kings and queens behold now
Big box stores steal Christ’s wonder
Brighter than the star over Bethlehem
Spring ends with his flesh hanging
He laughs at his April’s demise
He doesn’t mind winter birth
Spring is a time to disrupt the market
A time to hang with strumpets and lawyers
Before Easter comes to take Him
Summer comes after Easter
We’re free of holy days till winter
In the bright months where is Jesus
Between birth and ascension?
He asks us to dance on the dates
Summer is the time after the ascension
When fireworks celebrate freedom
Months free from the Fall
Easter eggs and Peter Rabbit
Both are not commercial enough
Crucifixion doesn’t move merchandise
Did He know he would carry the Cross
In the month of April like a sinner?
Always getting up after the fall
He invites others to carry their load
Stacked presents on the breaking point
Winter comes for all of us
Help me to see a chance for rebirth
Jesus, Satan and Santa are co-opted
We are diseased with Alzheimer’s
Who forgets that seasons are alive?
Jesus reminds us to be babes
He asks us to be innocent
He asks us to be mature in dying
When winter comes bitterly
Ask the way to Bethlehem
Every day is a chance for Christmas
To experience our Crucifixion
We dismiss our present unopened
Still unloved when December passes
Unworthy to behold what’s pure
Happy birthday, Jesus
A crocus two millennia old
Yet still a child in the dead of winter
Asking us to go back in time
Asking us to face Easter with You
Copyright © Triny Xiang | Year Posted 2023
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