Magnificent Tilt by Vicky Wood No one knows when Jesus was born They fooled me with their myth But perhaps it does not matter whether He was born on December 25th It feels too odd to celebrate The birth of Jesus Christ divine How is this day special to me Outside a plan of Christian design?
Lately I have reconsidered What this day means to me Because what I think is most divine Is how your eyes match the sea Many people used to celebrate An occasion much more grand Than the supposed birth of the son of God Until their celebrations were banned The Winter Solstice, that magnificent tilt Brings the longest period of rest And it is subsequently followed by Later sunsets in the west