Christmas all around, so intense, the relief of all expense, we could even feel the sound. The sheep had all been kept, the lambs and goats they leaped, the answers had been found. Into the dream we swam, the Lion and the Lamb, crushed olives on the ground.

Singing from the heart, before the musician thought to start, the crowd knelt in Holy Awe. Each human played their part, no column, script or chart, all remembered what they saw. To dance and yet stand still, the Lion paid the bill, fulfillment and freedom from the law.

For we had thought to serve, the gumption and the nerve our works were always short. There is no way from here to there without relationship repair to the Father and His court. So we tried to look busy so bubbly and so fizzy, never living abundant life practicing our sport.

So late at night the snow falls on house or field our eyes peeled as onions made us weep. There is no hope of sleep for reasons so wide and deep each sows and then we reap. Lines lade perfectly in sand our will and wants are planned to demand a spot upon final stand.

Ours was never His, Tis’ nice but just show biz His reward is far too grand. What we thought so clearly help was refuse wrapped in kelp transparency taught by collective man. The hive it never left He hid Moses in the cleft, bereft of power and wisdom we looked upon the Plan.

We shouted, danced and sang and threw the boomerang forgetting to retrieve it return flight. And in moments of forget we failed to remember all of our regret even forgetting how to fight. It all matter so much and yet without the pain, the stain left on life had turned to ardent white.