''Christmas Bells"

Dim lights behind the tall palms

the sky is saffron-yellow a sign

for poor women in our village,

Christmas bells ringing time

their new day of laboring

grinding corn into flower,

the white dust floating away

for the angels smiling in heaven,

new hymn books for our memories

praising peace on earth God’s mercy

his son Jesus born lonely in our manger.

The wise men seeing following the stars

twinkling brightly a new way to this village,

presents we have none but only our flower

into dough for a tiny bread for communion,

with new wine the color red like his blood

forgiving us our sins on that cruel cross.

Christmas dawning anew in heaven

with the fruitless years behind us,

the sky is saffron – yellow a sign

shining for sinners saved today

freed from a yoke of the devil,

lost in hope hiding away in hell

the burnt bubbling sea for an alien.