Like ancient calligraphy, stripped limbs rise to the skies
painting prayers; below, the earth shows December flowers.
How bleak the landscape, the cold is heavy in the heart
Contemplative eyes focus on December flowers.
When time has stripped beauty and all of youthful vigor –
what else remains? What sustains December flowers?
The streets bloom with merry lights blinking in rainbow hues
against the darkness, in the soul blooms December flowers.
For the world lost and wandering in the deep dark night
rose the Easter sun when came He, December’s flower.
Ring the bells, O warrior Soul, nothing is ever lost!
the blood of the Fallen Seed quicken December flowers.
Allow me to greet you all a very Merry Christmas. I hope you all had a happy blessed time. May this great feast of December remind us of hope and, therefore, joy, even when life deals us hard blows.