The Christmas Stag
I am the stag of seven tines
The yule stag
a roebuck in the thicket
I am the ever hunted messenger of life
5 days during the years end I run
5 days the fey door stands open
5 days pursued by grim death and his hounds
Hard upon my heels
Hasten ready the sun calls
Quicken, race, a son is born
Bringing the yuletide season great cheer
With bells on my antlers, they ring
Flying on Windsong delighting the little king
Flying cross the sunrise
Past a winter sea, I sail
Seeing the ship to see his nativity
Far behind us weep the willows still
Bent with ice as frozen tear,
And branches frail.
Passed the cottage bright with candle
Yellow flame against the night, nearby in a manger
lovely mother Jesus cradling
Joyful tears hitting ground
Prayers answered in holy child
Angel guard against pale moonlight
Closer to the little king I stumble
and bow my head to Mary's little baby,
Death stops, hounds halt their baying
All is quiet, grim death himself bows and turns.
I bow again to the lord of all life
Precious king of all peace and light
Crowned by a star, gold, frankincense, and myrrh,
All this moonlit night.
Copyright © Thomas Laufey | Year Posted 2020
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