My Creed

My Creed I live - a child - Wrapped in feast days of divine whimsy When the world outlines itself In blue zircon sparkle A child of the season When glittering petals of snowflowers Rest on barren branches Casting shadows of bursting light Into tumult Where defeated darkness whines In an ebony gloom, Cowering In the amber blush of an evergreen dawn. Taking a holly branch in my hands I choose to walk through the shortest days, Into the longest midnights, Embracing the fire of the Spirit – Guardian of precious light From all consuming blackness – To stand watch at the apex of midnight bells To celebrate Heaving darkness back into its sneering leers To walk in an eternal festival of the celestial. I choose to embrace jubilee Source of golden radiance To make merry in an eternal gala And join rejoicing joy Infecting every fleeting crumb of time Dancing with triumphant jubilation, Ambassador to consecrated oblation, Reaching Always reaching to receive celebration From eternity.