Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Reverence Matures

The voice is familiar and somewhat vague
Laughs, family, gifts, on stage

The drag is noticed too, distinguished from rest
Jealousy, dishes, money, and guest

It comes to announce good tidings and cheers
It surprises sometimes and new life appears

It follows us hidden down beneath
It retrains itself without relief

They keep it at bay and traditions continue
They perform it again without new venue

They struggle for clarity with all a blur
They hear and doubt the gold and myrrh

What do you hear? What do you feel?
They unite and reverence they reveal

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