Christmas Eve, Las Vegas, New Mexico 1939 I see your tiny, mittened hand held tight Within your father’s that wears not a glove; The luminarias burn glad and bright, Their crackling flames below, the stars above. The spires of “Montezuma’s...
La Gran Pastorela de Belén Twas in the dim capilla, cold and stark, Where we portrayed the scenes of Christmas night, When earth at last surrendered all that’s dark To the encroaching armies of the light. We wore the shepherds’ patched and tattered...
Song of the Magi We gazed upon our world and reasoned why The Sibyls danced in clockwork like the stars, We knew the lifting of time’s veil was nigh, And watched the sky whilst tuning our setars. We heard the harmonies of distant spheres, And knew their...
Poem for the 2020th Anniversary of Christ’s Nativity The minatory clouds have flown. Wolf-grey they ran when they were blown Away like the last red leaf to fall, And the last spent grief to gall, Away beyond the wide expanse Where order drops the mask of...
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