Photo credit: Jude Beck
Great intelligence, give me the words
—you want me to say:
Let poetic scripture flow as parables
from my tongue—with grace,
You formed me with no bias: single hand
less than a day:
thanks for your son who never betray
‘You, father: begin again as you convey;
The cross stain with blood.
many weep when you pass away
u prove them wrong
when u rise on the third day,
to restore us from sin
now we celebrate: especially on Christmas,
A very special day.