Buried God: Sacred Poetry
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
Trans Solar World Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
Buried God
O quiet Eve of Christmas time,
The deer have broken from the line
Of sombre trees, and sifted snow,
Which lightly in the sky’s breath blows,
Leaves buried yet the winter scrub
Where hoof and tongue have circles dug.
O buried God who ever dwells
Behind the veil which ever tells
Of your presence, tho…