8 Crazy Nights

Freedom and all untimed song-
just melody and unrhymed words.
Following each intoned chorus
and dancing with our unboned swords.

When found the gifts all freely giv'n
taking them is the first step to heav'n.

There is no ascetic debauchery
or drunken nights, raw entropy,
but true ascetic virtue is
to love gifts as gifts and God as He.
And to revel in thankful mysteries.

It is the Octave of Christmas and the Solemnity of Mary, Mother of God!
Merry general greatness of Salvation!

Quite Unlike an Eldil

A song misheard by many
and played by precious few
is that spice which sounds of honey.
And yet tastes of crackl'ing dew.

This song unloosed by monsters
all abhorred yet unalone
is that song with no sure melody
Flung free in human tones.

That song of human suff'ring,
redemption, and the like.
For fear of sounding truthful:
'I can't see without the light.'

Lower Things

Fire and spinning, oh gravity, gravity
there are so many things below us.
Flow'ring, fracturing, gravity, gravity.
It is the hardest thing, to drop, to fall.