JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
While stars shimmered on Buttermilk Bay, The reflecting lights heralded Christmas day. Like the old bay's traditions of Christmas' past, Christmas Eve had arrived at last! Holiday trimmings shimmered on the waterfront's east banks As a sweet family gathered to give the Lord God thanks! Just after the Minister's joyful Christmas Eve leading Grandpa gently narrated the Scriptures Christmas reading. Barely hearing the grown-up's soft spoken conversation, The children could feel their excited anticipation! Tonight, it seemed, another special occasion Embraced their Christmas' celebration.
Happily playing in expectation, The children patiently waited for the revealing explanation! On this very out of the ordinary Christmas Eve, three precious Angels sang with jubilee! Let me tell you who they are ~ First, Angel Star ~ Wiser than any star afar. Next, Angel Snow ~ Gleams and twinkles as if to show The comforting joys to be 'In the know'. Only one remaining ~ dear Angel Belle, who everyone knows, sings really really well!
Watching over the little children in the high-posted bed, Star, Snow and Belle listened as the Spirit led. Tucked snugly under Grandma's Christmas quilt comfortably, The children certainly did not want to leave, especially, unexpectedly! Just past midnight the oldest child, Abigail, woke. Thoughtfully she questioned Angel Snow and quietly spoke, 'Snow, will we have to go?' Angel Snow, knowing they would never part, Tenderly comforted Abigail's heart, 'We'll find a way for you to stay' I know! We'll pray!'
