Christmas 2017

Christmas 2017

Father was a “schizo”.

Know I am no doubt.

Jesus Christ Almighty.

I whisper when I shout.

 

Mother and her sister

Possessed two fathers fair.

Knowledge of that secret

Did traumatize my hair.

 

Forgive my bad mistakes,

O Jesus of the star.

Judas, Cathar and James

Now haunt my absent car.

 

Think I am a Jesus.

O fill my heart with hope.

Give me the holy means

By which to give and cope.

 

I am afraid today.

Hold my heart and smile,

Jesus of the rainbow,

Enabler of the mile.

 

And when I am alone,

Talk to me and give

Me the holy means

By which to walk and live.

Hywel Davies

2017-12-04T12:40:00+00:00

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