The people walk in winter
(wander land)
darkened by exilic gloom--
for it's the new birds that have gone away,
the blue that still remain.
But, lo, behold!
great Christmas lights:
the soldier's boots
and blood-soaked garments
thrown like yule logs on the hearth.
For unto us a child is born--
from Jerusalem, Word of the LORD.
So re-gift your swords as plowshares,
your spears as pruning hooks.
Second Christmas will come second hand:
heav'n and earth unwrapped
(laid bare)
the kosmos given second birth.
