Golden Frankincense Poem by George Samuel

Golden Frankincense



Touching breeze in a merry mask
Held ransom all day in a cherry task
On the twelfth moonlight so bright and shine
Enticing men from their lonely hideout shrine
Sing Christmas to them with a jingle bell
Till there was no more old story to tell
Fades to the moon stars and sun
In their newly made colors tossing for fun
With so much joy spread to wherever man is found
Down the virgin valleys of Bethlehem the jingle bell sound
So loud in the eve of Christmas with joy
Taking wind apart calm and coy
With good tiding the Savior is born
And angel with their trumpet turn by turn
Through tropics and trees upon desert upon plain
Upon highland till love is extended down the drain
To bird and fishes in the sea
Through wind feeling it tenderly in the air
Like the golden gift myrrh frankincense

Monday, December 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: christmas
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As Christmas is precious so is the gift from the three white men.
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