Poem for the Twelfth Day of Christmas
Our celebration ends
at the twelfth stroke.
Fatigue is not inappropriate
as accumulated feasting
compounds our wonder but
confounds our daily grind.
Still, pounds gained
can again be lost—
—lost ways
have been found
again (again) in
the gracious light
of God-with-us.
No feast within our power
would suffice
to celebrate each day
our swaddled redemption.
Bind our hearts
to his.
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First Sunday after Christmas (BCP, Public Domain)
Almighty God, you have poured upon us the new light of your incarnate Word: Grant that this light, enkindled in our hearts, may shine forth in our lives; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.
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Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
Duh.