TWITS

Little tails from east to west
Swept the morning greenery,
Eyes like diamond dottings
Kissed their spaces sweetly.

Were they in love or courtesy?
their gestures made me wonder.
Or siblings from an egg?
So their colours could tell.

So timid in their twits
They called out to their egoes,
Smiling on all the same
As they flew off from my sight.

BEAUTIES

They are the dungeons of sly
        adventures;
The shackles that move the speed of
       time.

Loving Grace

Loving grace o! glorious light

That winter night to earth bestowed;

Sparks of love, divine insight

The frost on mounts to us restored.

In the chilly fields they were

Fending for their sheep and lives

When these shepherds in the air

Beheld the yearn of all their lives.

Then these three from Orient far

Could not but marvel at the sight

Of the brightest sign; a star

They followed so to David's height. 

With gifts of praise and matter all 

Shepherds, kings; nature alike

Came trading on the ancient fall

For Christ was born to all alike.

And so was it in Herod's day

That furies met to claim our rights

In His love o! come what may

Th King, our God brought just to light.

To that day has man recourse

When God as man for us was born

In it the failing mortal course

Shine still to greet redemption's morn.

Loving grace, o! gloriouse light

That winter night to us bestowed.

Sparks of love; divine insight 

The starry skies to man restored.