Photo credit: Jude Beck

Great intelligence, give me the words

—you want me to say:

Let poetic scripture flow as parables

from my tongue—with grace,

You formed me with no bias: single hand

less than a day:

thanks for your son who never betray

‘You, father: begin again as you convey;

The cross stain with blood.

many weep when you pass away

u prove them wrong

when u rise on the third day,

to restore us from sin

now we celebrate: especially on Christmas,

A very special day.

Empress Journee