What if, she’d listened 10 years
Ago, listening to Tenor David M.
On Christmas Eve, she actually
Listened to his voice command
What’s more of Grace, yes fashioning
Grace, the real surrender to Power
Greater than one’s self, not machine
Nor explosion, Power behind each
Natural or non-natural event,.
The Great God as opened in His
Christ, following Christmas, spring
The Resurrection, of John’s acceptance
Of Lambs, more than any, Mary Magdalena,
More this woman like her soul,
Believing as one saw rock rolled
Away, this Christmas tree, then she
Seeing truth in every green branch
Our beautiful ornaments, tradition
In Small wooden harp, glass child, star
hanging delight, of God for us Emanuel,
Day of God changed as Saturday
Sunday, our Christmas Ave Maria, song
Bright Messiah we worship progression
To her cross, her land, her place, her honor,
Her spring in winter did not happen,
Lord we pray for her; all women unsure
As she corrects me not athiest, her agnostic
Unsure, she waits for her own salvation
In sureness already no after thought
Belief, like flag unfurled upon Sky clear.
“Make me believe.” That night
She came close to worship,
Until David’ tenor voice left her hanging
Misunderstanding rumors of wars
Leading to storms, then Peace
Proclaimed each Christmas day
Peace not ever removed, works
Not beheld, spirit imbued, less
Carried into visions saint of lasting
Begun in morning celebrated as King.
He is King dwelling in my heart, she
Rests, I watch as more the evidence
Resulting from change, oh let her
Find Him, let her be with me
When as as we both are in Him,
Can this but happen? I grow older.
Now Lord, my visions grow dim,
I will die before letting us all
Exclaim “I believe,” As Bill Bates
Encouraged, “Chuck, our faith,
Faith for all, falters often, rebuilds
Outside human constraints.” Always
Bill would say as Pastor Jan came
Slowly into my life, for me,
Solemn oath not required, but souls
Placed before my heartfelt memories
Of Ash Wednesday, everlasting pageantry,
Did she refuse showing me our delight
Quickly gone, what became of young Christmas
Eves, Tim, Jacki, Jack, Steve, Tomas,
Unicorn unfurled in $100 prize worth
Four hundred more than I had, for her
Arthur gave Christmas, she gave it back.
