just a little addendum to my previous text "When the Child was born".


Before the child was born...

The winter solstice has now but passed
Soon days will lengthen again
The celebration of Yule's winter feast
Ancient customs that still remain

The holly leaves, His crown of thorns
Its berries signify His blood
The Robin forever stained red on its breast
As the blood from the Christ did flood

And the mighty Yule-log still burns so bright
They gather round it on the shortest day
A celebration and feast on the old years end
Till the story tellers found a different way

So now we have the new with the old
Christian faith stole our ancient belief
Yule-tide has become our Christmas
Different stories where the truth came to grief






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Written on 2024-12-22 at 10:08

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Loving it! And this shall be a meditation and a prayer, a fitting selah moment both to revisit, re-examine, and prepare to face a new fiscal year. Perhaps we shall come closer to the day the truth shall come to glory rather than to grief. Thank you for sharing this with us.
2024-12-22