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Carl Winderl
Carl Winderl’s most recent book of poetry is The Gospel According . . . to Mary (Finishing Line).
back in the day
when the shepherds who tended their flocks by night took that night off whence
to visit My Newborn Son and me, I was put in...
I know a thing,
or two about refugees;
and about
being one, too . . .
about the fear for
flight, from the
slaughter of
innocence, wholly...
why not the cavalry
on Calvary . . .
as the song so goes,
for My Son
could
have called...
oh, how redundant
those poor poor
shepherds on
My Son’s
frightfully frigid
natal night
brought to Him
a gift,
their single
solitary best
begotten present...
constantly risking
absurdity and
death and
insanity, and
personal immortality
My Son so
performed His
miraculous acts...
how is It in
each Nativity
scene I am seen
no matter the time
of night—
joseph, My Son, and I
are always bathed
in light, no in...
why would My Son
care
to be
a shepherd, The Shepherd
to sheep
those foul, obstinate
foolhardy & dumbest of
creations by
His Heavenly Father...
when My Son rolled
away the stone
sealed with
wax and guarded
by a pair
of rome’s finest,
rolled it away far
far far away
from His
tomb’s mouth...
oh, how the neg-
ative reciprocals
abound and re-
dound in
of by through
around under and
out of
My Son’s Life,...
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kneeling at the Manger
staffs at their sides, hushed
mouths agape, reeking notof frankincense and myrrh, but...
as once was so
for danté
and virgil whence
they trespassed so
in the Inferno
’twas that was as
it was
for My Son, too
in his harrowing
of it . . ....
o, my Christ
My Son, athirst
pressed tight
so up
against His
narrow Tree I see
from here
at His Feet
His Despair, their
disgust, at
what I now know...
of all the Woulds
My Son couldhave ridden and shed blood upon
mahogany, ebony,maple, elm, oak,fir, poplar, banyan, teak,palm, bamboo, juniper, sequoia,...