My Christmas List
I don’t need a little Christmas
now. I need a helluva lot.
I need the sky bursting beautiful
blue with herald angels harking
fantastical lines about the child
born that man no more may die.
I need great gobs of heavenly hosts
eclipsing the warm white lights up on
my rooftop with the incessant beating
of their wings, pounding out preordained
magnificent morse code that yes indeed,
this, this is Christ the King.
I need wave after wave of the fabled
messengers to descend upon this weary
wide world and frighten both my heaven
and nature to sing unafraid in the face
of damn death an unbroken song of
peace on earth goodwill to men.
So come, o come, ye angels blazing,
fly, o fly your silent sorties razing
the darkness with your voices conceived
before the world was born. I need your
sweet hymns of joy to thrill my hope that
yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Perfect!
Chils.
So many chills, one of the ‘l’s was frozen out.
Powerful.
Oh, yeah. Please.
yes, a deluge please
so beautiful.
I love the way you bandy words about and parlay philosophy. Nothing quite as refreshing as a well-turned phrase. Thank you.
Amen!
Yes!