Christmas Foil_______________
In sleep there is a tender Branch
that warms the air with mint,
with roots that reach into my heart
and shoulder Government—
a Sabbath in the midnight hours,
the Christmas star for me,
psalms reflected in pools of light
and snow upon the Sea.
The chorus whisper in the loft
the wind upon the beam
the candle flame beside my bed
a Pentecost of Dream.
And Ships of Three upon the Sea
the Vesper spell has won—
and Christ is coming to the earth
and war will be undone.
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