Within her Christmas sweven,

Carol dreamt so of heaven,

Where wept sorrow was redeemed

As forgiveness presents beamed

And zampogna’s chorus sung

Into spirit’s heart turned young—

While God’s descending Dearest

Uplifted prayers clearest. ; )

If your illuminations lead to braggardism, then your mind is a red-light district perverting points revelational into that which is callously carnal—while hues of humility would more readily achieve appreciation’s ability. ; )

Could this camel be a hamadryad of oasis palm—

A shelter sheikh purposed to share its Holi-dazed, humpy calm

Via Greek-to-me-to-clear-as-day-a -la-spit-for-spat balm

That heals those in kneels due to the reals of feels from quited qualm? ; )

As fractaled fingers out-reach towards eve sky’s fading warmthful hues and trunk dreams jealously of namesake amidst etesian milieus, tree’s silent, gelid stance companies with hopeful, open-armed views. ; )

Twixt directions certainly saintly and paths that lean into mean, Charles considered each facade’s consequent to his character’s own—whether to present with modestness of mug or as bellarmine of jug. ; )