Christmas Time & Joyful Graves

A Salute to Endings and Beginnings

That it will be me to rebirth in death

To summon mysteries forshook by faith

To shake the rattle from our renewed breath

To bid farewell to the unwaking wraith;

This Word I follow from almighty high

Passed down from storm and cloud to Holy page

From tongue to tongue witnessed from the black sky

Retold with equal parts of joy and rage;

Until one day tomorrow reached our door

And yesterday became a Christmas tree

And Christmas gifts were shared by rich not poor

And Christmas lights shone on the shopping spree;

He rose again to share his Holy Cause:

The coming of the one true Santa Claus.