(edited, there were kids wanting to swim this cold morning; here’s an edit of it at dusk)

Morning of the Lazarus Christmas

May we all rise up

from all the rubble and ruins.

May all  our voices

 rise above the rush

 of the winds,  

waters,

wars,

tremors,

and gloom

May all parents,

sons and daughters

 rise against those who covet

unbridled power

purveyors of  helplessness

and doom.

May all reunited families

come together, rise

 to match this test,  

surpass all burden

…  We will rise forth

       and endure

… We will rise through

       and prevail.

A SEASON  OF  CARING AND SURPASSING TO YOU AND ALL YOUR LOVED ONES.