Meaning
- Sebastian Jack
- Nov 11
- 2 min read
Updated: Nov 14
might happen start of SEASON, shift
when nights and mornings trade.. a slowing
dark and light with LAZY DRIFTING
heaps of snow, no reason owing
save for maybe something switches
ON or OFF, is all depending
things we HOLD as treasured riches
stuff we lose in life’s unbending
---
there we find the END of year
with sparkles teasing green and red
on SILVER STREETS, their windows queer
all elves and toys, a tiny bed
of hay in humble manger, sheep
who shiver in the cold.. WAS BORN
a Child unlike us who sleep
beneath our BLANKETS WOOLEN, warm
---
but same in every other way
that makes us FLAWED and prone to broken
how I pray, that eve of day
for BABY, angels, shepherds spoke of
stories in the BIBLE true
with me as brother, sister, friend..
addendum to a FABLE new
would save Him from his fated end
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is when I turn and face the glass
a window framing CLOUDS and MOON
with stars so bright, a masterclass
of NORTHERN LIGHTS and morning soon
in concert with a PLANET WEARY
fading hopes and tired pleas
unanswered prayers, a quiet query
“What is CHRISTMAS? Tell me, please..”
---
and where beside my pillow, eyes
of children, cherubs, SHEPHERD BOYS
and ONE WITH DRUM whose beating tries
to match my own.. a BANGING JOY
this THRASHING, THUMPING, BOOMING, WAKING
welcome to my open ears
as reindeer, donkeys, sheep are shaking
swaying to PERCUSSIVE CHEERS !!
---
AM ROUSED from fitful dream by one
who hands me mug, unbidden kiss..
“You’re quite the RESTLESS SLEEPER, Son.
A joyful noise, your answer. This
is not a different day than most...”
and THERE HE PAUSED his humble verse
was when I knew my HOLY GHOST
as Child born at Christmas First