Ring-a-Ring-a-Rosy

They lifted prayers to Jesus Christ
(risen Lord from ashen brow)
that he might make them phoenix also,
burning in apocalypse that on the
third day they might rise again.

Palm Sunday

Christ marched in like a lion and out like a lamb,

     and He'll lay them twain together

     when he marches through again.

The Creature Itself Also Shall Be Delivered from the Bondage of Corruption

In early spring the sound
of raindrops syncopates
the canticle of cardinal's cry,
the psalmnody of sparrow's song.

All of creations waits
and groans
and chirps, o Lord,
the advent of thy glory here.

Messy, Messy, Messy

Near the cross was Mary weeping,
Karen weeping:
the blood and water puddling out
like a snowman melting
on the greenhouse floor.

But Jesus turning unto them,
waved goodbye, saying,
"Don't you cry.
I'll be back again someday."

O Ye Dry Bones, Hear the Word of the Lord

O Lord my God, You grafted me
(like stitched-together daemon flesh)
onto Your body-branch, Your franken-vine.

Lo, behold the New Jerusalem:
it's alive.
It's alive!

Two Hymns Plagiarized with an Emphasis on Mass Infanticide; or, Incarnation is a Risky Business

I.
   O little town of Bethlehem,
   how still we see thee lie!
   Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
   the silent stars go by.
II.
   Silent night, holy night,
   all is calm, all is bright.
   Round yon Virgin Mother and Child,
   Holy Infant so tender and mild,
   sleep in heavenly peace.
   Sleep in heavenly peace.