In Joy we are united,
and invited
to untie
the knots between us.

Her Joyful hands
are ours in this world;
and Love is the Will
in which nothing, save thought
separates us from true
being.

His Christed feet
are ours in this world;
and Quiet Peace is the sound
each step makes

His footsteps are
like a drum
our Soul dances to
in Holy Passion

The Child eternal
Raised by the Divine Mother and Father
(Rise child, rise!)
falls into the escasy of Their Love

Shining the Light of the illuminated I

for what else could be, the nature or will
of the One birthed in the Heavens
of the fathers Peace,
and mothers Joy

where thine heart and eye are One