From the beginning, ἀπαρχή, you were like the first,
Ripe the fruit to falling, budding memories we burst,
A portion of you yielded harvest in an ancient world
The rest of you, gathered, beauty in a spirit unfurled,
Never full, not complete, the more of you is coming-,
Tender, honest, asking, give me, O divinity in a ring,
While the rough is ready, a sacrifice grew and grew-
This day, an offering, little breath, a clear, quiet you-
Your life, most precious fold, grows a glowing taste-
Alpha me home to you, pure, holy Christmas chaste
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
From the beginning, ἀπαρχή, you were like the first,
Ripe the fruit to falling, budding memories we burst,
A portion of you yielded harvest in an ancient world
The rest of you, gathered, beauty in a spirit unfurled,
Never full, not complete, the more of you is coming-,
Tender, honest, asking, give me, O divinity in a ring,
While the rough is ready, a sacrifice grew and grew-
This day, an offering, little breath, a clear, quiet you-
Your life, most precious fold, grows a glowing taste-
Alpha me home to you, pure, holy Christmas chaste
Sometimes I think, I can't help it, of the first, of the beginning, of the way things start, of that moment you know, you see that ἀπαρχή (aparchē), that look in her eyes, that smile, and almost you feel two souls touched in the deep of us, something soft and treasured, a pure mountain stream, the first to walk on the beach of a morning, the dayspring alive upon us flows, and we start to stop and start again so our beginnings are always just beginning.
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