Sunday, December 6, 2009

Chrismus - 1

Merry Chrismas - 1

The cycle of seasons freez in snow;

And our concious being

Are begining to show.

Chrismus comes in a festive dress,

And we find a star shining to impress.

To remind us of a stinking stable of Bathelhem;

Where horses of Desrire are tied,

A humble mother bears a child.

Let's then cry in joy on Chrismus morning,

Say "Merry Chrismas" to one and all,

And feel our Lord within to crawl.

----------------------------------------- Dehradun, 1998.

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