T'is tinsel time when midst the grime
Of muddied minds shines ...
What can it be?
Electro-lite silver, gilding
This tarnished life of strife?
Celebrating the survival of the fittest,
The feel good factor?
Forgetting for the festive moment
The fate that awaits?
Or, could it be
The eternal light of an eternal star?
Faces, who watching, waiting,
Cross desert places
To where time is pierced through and through
By a sword of pure life.
Shimmering, shining, eternal, tinsel,
Illuminating the universe
From the midst of beasts and straw.