Christmas Eve
Thomas J. Roach
On the eve of the great feast day
I recall sandaled men, white robes over cracked skin,
Aaron’s son smoked and powdered,
Pharisees and Sadducees ruled a righteous mob.
Nativity
Pre Christ, pre Trinity,
It was the last day before Forgiveness
Sent the heart before the head
Down stone paths, issuing life out of the dry air.
