stars are loose about the grass. the sunset is in the east. god has become man.

Heavy gravity

Heaven stumbled into the magnetic prop 

that is Earth.

The eighth day summoned awake

the divine,

who kept the habit

of snooping

on anything high -

mountain tops and snake-eyed staffs

and as Babel's King-Kong,

pushing down

weedy gardens,

holding up

gilded sanctuary,

an arm not to short to bang

the clouds awake with fistfuls of fire or

swoop into the song-and-dance

of Deborahs and Elijahs

two-stepping rage and reward

in a broken cycle.

By the furnace of Babylon we saw

your shadowy figure with Shadrack

Meshack, and Abed-nego

Is it just a story to furnish

a God who hadn't forgotten-

a God who knows?

Years glazed into legend

sliced by Maccabean swords

(for Isaiah is far too dreamy)

carving out, forcing onward

bloody deliverance.

(He extended the glory of his people.

Like a giant he put on his breastplate;

he bound on his armor of war
and waged battles,

protecting the camp by his sword.

He was like a lion in his deeds,

like a lion's cub roaring for prey.

He searched out and pursued
those who broke the law;

he burned those who troubled his people.)

With warrior messiahs

as pontificated dead

angel marionettes hit Judea's ground

with new parts of God

good news mixed with strange events

and nine months later the skies couldn't hold it in

stars dropped and became guideposts again

Jacob reopened his staircase

And the kingdom of heaven intimately

kissed the kingdom of earth

The helicopter God was grounded -

crashed out of a womb, in a cradle built

by men, in swaddling clothes -

Hosanna... hosanna in the highest.

Everything
drop-

ped

merry christmas from MHP