in the cave one

tonight, today, this afternoon
like afternoons for twn years past on this night
we light the candle
on this end of day we sing the songs
the son of God is eternal
and so we should not wonder that this feast took place long before
he was born
he was born in a cave and long ago thats
where we came
to await a pinprick of light, lacing to the stone
covered in whirls
and he was rolled the stone away
on another day
and revealed worlds and revelations
with hesitation i come to this ancient ancient
feast that knows no gospel but itself
and has no hope but the basic lust for spring