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Silent Night

Christmas Keys

With his fingers stretched over the old organ keys
Father Joe took a deep breath. He’d hoped it would be
A good night for practicing the song he would play
For the people of his village on Christmas day
But the old organ’s pipes were rusted completely.
Father Joe could do nothing but drop to his knees.

The bellows were mildewed. The old organ would wheeze
If it could, then go quiet. He’d hoped it would hold
Together until the organ builder arrived.
He was certain his people would not be deprived
Of his music. The story begins to unfold
When an old manuscript he had written he sees.

He had written a poem a few years before.
It was called “Silent Night” – a song of happiness.
He took it to a colleague. Together they came
Up with music for it and in Jesus’ name
It became a song sung by the world to express
Gratitude for the savior who people adore.

When the people arrived for the service they were
A bit puzzled by Father Joe with a guitar
And his dear friend, and as their two voice rang out
The church choir then joined in. It was without a doubt
A good night before Christmas. How thankful we are
That this story of co-creating did occur.

The Yuletide In Magic

Well Is All

The best songs about Christmas were written by Jews.
No one needs to ‘go figure;’ it makes perfect sense.
Christmas transcends religion and ways to know God.
Human ways of expressing God’s love may seem odd.
There’s a Yuletide In Magic. It ushers from whence
The whole heart of humanity yearns for good news.

When the mention of sleigh bells sets off a cascade
Of the most blessed memories one can recall,
‘All Is Well’ is the feeling. Through this dark of night
May we find what connects us. Please give us that sight.
Is it wise that we worship the hot bar room brawl
All the time except this time because we’re afraid?

There’s abundance of Magic throughout all our lives.
If I stop for a moment to sound the Yuletide,
There’s an increase in goodwill toward all humankind.
I can hear return echoes ring throughout my mind.
The profoundness of Christmas we all share with pride
For it’s in our belonging that our race survives.

Holy Jesus!

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Holy Jesus! What kind of a world might exist
If all people were Christ-like in all their affairs?
We all know he was human. Some say he is God.
At least, all can agree he was not a façade.
He did make a big footprint. The Christian who cares
Is the one who, when absent, is terribly missed.

If he’s God become human, who’s not to believe
That the two can be one and dwell here among us?
People have to be careful of things that they say
Because human belief systems cling to dismay.
There is more time to be than less will to discuss
Anything that is likely to hurt or deceive.

That a man can be holy does boggle the mind.
Human nature, as we know, is not always good.
So, we need a good model. He works out quite well.
If we acted more like him, in peace we would dwell.
Even though human nature is not understood,
We’ve discovered that it does feel good to be kind.

I look up to this young man who lived long ago
Or at least to the legend and spirit thereof.
Just as much as I know that men walked on the moon
I believe to Christ Consciousness I can attune.
Everything about Christmas should be about love.
Holy Jesus! It’s time for good tidings to flow.

The Second Day

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With day two of the twelve like day one of the six,
It would seem not an issue to offer a gift
That can last a full lifetime if handled with care.
If two slow rugged doves make an elegant pair,
Christmas folly can give the low spirit a lift.
Yet if nothing’s the matter there’s nothing to fix.

On this second day, my true love gives unto me
A contrite happy couple with not much to say
But except to each other while cooing abreast
On a branch in a loving tree nearby their nest.
We can sing with them and take delight as they play.
I can’t wait for the next day. That will be day three.

Are there twelve days of Christmas? I tend to think so.
In fact, twelve is a number quite special to me.
It’s the number of pulses my waveform contains.
As the dozen days dwindle wellbeing remains.
May the light of true knowing shine bright on your tree.
May the earth well support you so that you may grow.