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Majesty

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Majesty

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Born a king

Because he was male

Had he been a girl

Born a queen

Like Esther

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A monarch for salvation

Of the world,

Which grinds against our notions

Of democracy

How can we kneel to a ruler—the

Words don’t really mean that,

Do they?

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And they do

Words surrounding words

Of majesty

Omnipotence

And glory

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Such that we’d be glad

To bow before the one,

To lie on the floor

If that were called for

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A birth into the ages

Love coursing through

The blood, the

Organs,

And first breaths

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Born into prophecy

Surrounding prophecy

With grace for that

And will

To make mountain

And the sky above

And stars so far

Beyond our reach,

Though we reach for them

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How will it be

To meet the creator

And the sovereign of the

Earth and skies?

Wake up each day,

Face the sun

And do not stare

Meeting God

Is like that

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for the birth of God, the next day, and for our days

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A corona mass ejection erupts from our sun on August 31, 2012.

Photo by NASA on Unsplash

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Christmas Tomorrow

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Christmas Tomorrow

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Christmas is

As Christmas does,

Which makes little sense

To say

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I must watching and listening to

Doctor Who messing about

With time and space

And tense

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Then, again, why not

Do Christmas, the

Way some of us

Do lunch?

Or, better yet,

Lunch can be a verb

Without

An object’s help, as in

I lunched

With so-and-so today

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Christmas as a verb,

An action that helps people

In a newborn way

Maybe toward reconciliation,

Maybe simply

Opening a gift of

Time, of small materials,

Of love

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To Christmas every day–

Merry Christmas Boxing Day

And Merry Christmas New Year’s Day

And Groundhog’s Day

And equinox

The other solstice

Then the first one

Again

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And, more importantly,

Merry Christmas in

Our ordinary time

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Photo by Valentin Antonini on Unsplash

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The Drive to Church on Christmas Eve

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The Drive to Church on Christmas Eve

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What shall we say

On this night

There might be stars

There might be clouds

There might be snow

(depending upon

temperature,

elevation, and

the axis tilt)

I know there were

Christmas Eves

When it rained

They come to mind

Evoked by

Memory

Bright lights in dots

Upon the windshield

I am on the way

To church,

A child myself

On the way

To meet another

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Photo by Zach Lucero on Unsplash

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Snow Bunnies

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Snow Bunnies

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And on a wintry day

Dust bunnies come to play

They like the extra morning

Light

That shows the dust to play in,

Right

And should a human passing by

They know where to fly

For them, the winter is THE season

We have to clean—they

Have no reason!

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another entry in the dust bunny saga

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Camouflage

Photo by Atharva Tulsi on Unsplash

North Dakota, United States

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From Chairs

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From Chairs

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We look over,

see

Winter’s lower light

Break

Through

The invention of

The window

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Relief

In viewing

An out-there when

In-here becomes

Too close,

Distractions

Not enough to keep

Supernal us

From rush to and through

The stars

We know are out there, bearing

The truth

Of things

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Maybe

Especially when exigent

We hear

As well

The angels’ songs

For mortals

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Photo by Ariel on Unsplash

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Lean-To

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Lean-To

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Earth tilts

Unlike pinball

The other way

Then tilts

The other way

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We light fires

To appease

So that the axis

Listens

Turns us back

To growing seasons

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We’ll have winter

Now

While they have

Summer

The world is made

Of complements

As well as

Paradox

Winter summer,

Equator and the poles

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A world on which

All things hold

That must hold

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Our home

Embraces opposites

In seasons

In tilting one way

Then the other

In value for us all

And each one

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Sunrise in Iceland 11:19 this morning.

Hafsteinn Robertsson from Hafnarfjordur, Iceland – Winter Solstice, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=73751614

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Trying Time

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Trying Time

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Christmastime is here

Guaraldi plays to this

We shop

We pray

We put up stock

In pantries

To last throughout assembly

And the lie-in, after

After

All the franticness is done

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Christmastime is here

Days on

To get ready

Hours, minutes

Winding down

Christmas will happen, anyway,

You know

A festive day

Followed by more days

Maybe eleven

The partridge sings the day

All we have to do is sing

Along

Or, if we’re tired,

Only listen

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Photo by Jad Limcaco on Unsplash

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Advent 4

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Advent 4

(in pandemic time)

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The test was negative

An early Christmas present

So I’m sick with something else

A strain of flu the shot

Could not take cover of,

A cold that has

Gone deep

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A sliced-up immune system

Trauma, medication

Treatments, operations

But I’m here

And should be

For Christmas day

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And, yes, I’m thankful

I’d rather be

Knit together better

But I’m here

Have all appendages

Insides busted up, here and there

While finding aging

To be a cranky business

‘Tis the season

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‘Tis the season

The wreath is almost done

The Hanukkah lights

Have been done for days

The early miracle

The rituals continue

Lights and green and red and gold

And have I finished all the gathering

For the holiday?

You know, I think I could say

“Stop” and “ready”

Anytime

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I hope the world

Beyond sectarian

Has a fine Christmas time

The solstice will happen soon

With tiny increments toward

Spring

Cold weather

Hot toward the south

Until it chills again

But Christmastide all over

All kinds of holidays

With expectations

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Maybe we may take

Some freer, fuller breaths

Because much of the world

Is slowing down

And ceasing for a time

And, if not,

We can imagine

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Fill the time

With something good

With something stopped

With easy joy

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Photo by Grant Whitty on Unsplash

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Word Processing

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Word Processing

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In the beginning

There was God with the host

There were earth, darkness, abyss

And water

There were words

To explain

To initiate

Decrees

Then division and formation,

Creation as we know the story

Happened

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Later when the story’s told again,

We will say

Everything was made

With a word

The word could have been gravity

Or love

It was love

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(Einstein is quoted claiming that the greatest force in the universe is not gravity but love.)

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Photo by David Carboni on Unsplash

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