These are Christmas poems by Michael R. Burch. Some are darker Christmas poems and heretical Christmas poems.
The First Christmas
by Michael R. Burch
’Twas in a land so long ago . . .
the lambs lay blanketed in snow
and little children everywhere
sat and watched warm embers glow
and dreamed (of what, we do not know).
......
He chose you from the beginning of this world.
And when the time had come, he sent his messenger to ask not for your hand, but for your heart.
My Lady, you went beyond yourself and said: "I am the handmaid of the lord."
How good it is that you lay down your life for Him knowing that he'd have to lay His down for the whole world.
My Lady, no one showed you kindness, but you were able to have him in a manger.
He feed at your breasts and you watched him grow. God and the Immaculate Conception
My Lady, you thought that you lost him, but he was not. He said: "I was out doing my father's Business. My Lady how good it is that you ponder His response in your heart.
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mint green Christmas and
star shaped poinsettias point
at the golden hour
red plant revelry
and hoot owl's quiet in snow
mauve sun is setting
pretty centerpiece
where loved ones gather laughing
......
No eyes could see dominions of rainbows filling the skies.
Stars flew, floated, and fluttered around in numb-filled surprise.
Did anyone see the skies blossom and a child appear?
He rested between Joseph and Mary with charm and cheer.
On rough racks, they dwelt, as there was no place in human hearts.
Cows, bulls, and sheep stood as though forgetting their breathing arts.
Mystic music concerts were heard like thunder and earthquakes.
The Almighty's graces seemed to surround them like ice flakes.
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Antichrist denies that Jesus Christ is God who came in the flesh
He Opposes God and Exalts himself above God
He is the beast rising up out of the sea, having 7heads and 10 horns
Upon his horns 10 crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy
He is the Beast with the number 666
He is the man of sin, the son of perdition
The Man of Lawlessness and who change times and laws
He is the deceiver of the elect and Wolf in sheep's clothing
He comes in peace and obtains the kingdom by flatteries
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mint green Christmas and
star shaped poinsettias point
at the golden hour
red plant revelry
and hoot owl's quiet in snow
mauve sun is setting
pretty centerpiece
where loved ones gather laughing
......
These are Christmas poems by Michael R. Burch. Some are darker Christmas poems and heretical Christmas poems.
The First Christmas
by Michael R. Burch
’Twas in a land so long ago . . .
the lambs lay blanketed in snow
and little children everywhere
sat and watched warm embers glow
and dreamed (of what, we do not know).
......
Puzzles filled the paths of the Magi. Each stone was a gem.
Every gleam and nurture of nature shone like Bethlehem.
Each ray of sun and drop of shower, they gladly explored
Could they quench their thirst by anyone except their own lord?
Could Herod hide the spark of untruth in his tongue for long?
Nipping in bud, the good news of Jesus in him was strong.
Did he know that ending your life would end his life as well?
The Scriptures and sciences seemed to him like souls of hell.
......
No eyes could see dominions of rainbows filling the skies.
Stars flew, floated, and fluttered around in numb-filled surprise.
Did anyone see the skies blossom and a child appear?
He rested between Joseph and Mary with charm and cheer.
On rough racks, they dwelt, as there was no place in human hearts.
Cows, bulls, and sheep stood as though forgetting their breathing arts.
Mystic music concerts were heard like thunder and earthquakes.
The Almighty's graces seemed to surround them like ice flakes.
......
Stars illumine the day-to-night, night-to-day transition.
Lighting up nooks of land and the skies as part of mission.
To console the cores of the barren hearts of humans
Mary consented to bring you forth the prism of grace fusions.
As foretold from the fathomless depths of serene sages
As sung by quills of ages, you would rewrite history's pages.
In the tiny town of Bethlehem, you would start your life.
Between good and evil, shouldn't you end the endless strife?
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