O come all ye fickle, weary and worn.
O come let us adore him like the damn fools
we are hanging on if by a thread to the tale
of a girl and the god and the baby they sang
into the whole dear world.
O come all ye citizens of this turning scorn.
O come let us sing though our eyes are tired
of looking for his salvation. Let us raise our
voices of that happy morn and groan him
into the world one more time.

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  1. Jean Madden on December 5, 2013 at 1:05 pm


    Who are you? What is your last name? I would like to share this poem with friends, but I can’t find your last name on your blog. John Who?

    Thank you. Your poems are lovely.


    • thebeautifuldue on December 5, 2013 at 1:24 pm

      Hi, Jean. My name is John Blase. Thanks for taking the time to ask.

  2. hisfirefly on December 5, 2013 at 1:39 pm

    yes, that groaning, the pain of intercession
    but nothing more worthwhile

  3. Amy K. Sorrells on December 5, 2013 at 2:41 pm

    “groan him into the world one more time…”


  4. Susan Irene Fox on December 5, 2013 at 2:55 pm

    That thread we hang onto is only one of a greatly woven tapestry that is difficult to see until we take the time to step back, breathe, and see him for who he is in all his glory. Thank you yet again for another glimpse, another piece of the puzzle.

  5. pastordt on December 5, 2013 at 8:55 pm

    Groaning with you, John.

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