Ode to Christ

ODE TO CHRIST

I recognize the Trinity,

Oh Holy Christ who bloomed in the flower of youth.

I absorb your divinity,

Oh Holy scorned one who died without vanity.

They gave you a day of birth,

but they celebrate themselves,

not your worth.

For it matters not to You if they adore,

it matters not if prayers are poured.

What draws You close to their soul

is the harmony of deeds and heart as a whole.

For what good is celebrating Your birth

if no Christ is born on this Earth?

If no soul truly transcends today

the bonds of matter and servitude’s sway.

And so they scorn You once more,

believing they celebrate the suffering Lord,

But in truth, they live for themselves as they did before.

Oh Holy One, resting in eternal silence,

awaiting humanity to open its essence.

For Your kingdom is not in the distant skies,

but in the soul that beats where life truly lies.

Let today, on this feigned day of devotion,

a Christ be reborn in every emotion.

And let love, so simple and subversive,

be the miracle of the living, decisive.