The daylight is too subtle at this time of year.
I prefer bright colours - Odilon Redon on speed
Cutting to the heart of the matter
With the prism blade of his art.
Jesus is the god of sunlight,
He exists in the colours of the rainbow - the song of the Lark
Soaring into an intensity of blue
That almost blinds us as we look due east.
The Wise Men came from the east,
Following a star to find a child in a stable - a baby in rags
Sleeping among horses and cattle,
An innocent among the most innocent of creatures,
A small bundle of love and rainbow light
Born without language, just a scream of pain
When he cries to his mother out of the depths of hunger
In the cruel dark chill of winter.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
16th. December 2021.
9th. January 2022.
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