Yule envelope your being
With imperfect generosity
Yule be swept by the tide
Of beloved ambiguity

Yule christen the emerald
And new ruby revelation
To unviel the contingency
of a jubilant nation

Yule welcome the lesson
In manger and hay
And You will show love
For the rest of your days

When the One makes an appearance
With Loss and with Love
It drops us back at the beginning
and the world keeps spinning

When it feels bittersweet
That a victory happened
We find our love never thinning
as the world keeps on spinning

When the world keeps on spinning
through Loss and through Love
Is it heartless to rotate?
While there's movement above?

The world keeps on spinning
and this life will do the same
because there is Glory in death
and Memory in his name

So the world, always spinning
is ignoring our loss?
or is it gently reminding
of a life and a cross

How the world carries wisdom
as it keeps on it's way
it makes return to earth easier
after such a beautiful day

When the world keeps on spinning
may you never forget
that this life isn't half
of what we haven't got yet

You are blue motion

Moving one way, and the other

But you know your course

You know your ocean


You know no compromise

But compromise knows you

It cannot sway your current

Compromises' wet demise


You are stubborn to truth

And will not be decieved

I long for your traits

For your navy reprieve


You're rapid and faithful

You move with decision

I now understand

I have been blinded by dry vision

I was doomed
But the Captain found me!
I was buried in Shadow
So his Lantern
Was rogue in my unfortunate cell

Before I had been imprisoned
I was the sailor of the ship's mast
That's the past
I saw Far and Wide
What men can only dream of telling

But I was bent on favor's
The underbelly of the Deficit
Was in part, my task
The shipmate's flask
Was in need of retrieving

Three nights in the gut
Ankle wet in deep sea
The Captain found me
Minus lantern and flask
Starved and with cold

You hear the whispers of the ocean
In the base of a vessel
Aquatic carries on under ship
Without even a notice
Of a lookout swallowed whole

If not for the Captain
I would surely have be digested
By the vessels rotten stomach
I could not find myself out
Without Lantern and Flask

But the Captain found me
And forgave me my task
To find the Flask
It mattered not at all
Because the Captain had found me!

Listen to the vents

They sound more staril than a plane cabin

And the scents

Of anti-bacterial attempts to provide comfort

I confess

Its not my primary choice

for a sabbath afternoon

The twist of a limb

And the slip of the heart

Everything
Reducing

Ensuring
Redemption

­melting ***

where cultures collide

into beautiful desperation

differences dissipate, because of one similarity

the threat

the wonder

and the anxiety

of the E.R.