Psalm 37
When Frank and I played
Christmas in the Heart
We just laughed & laughed
A couple of old hippies
Listening to Moreporks
On the West Coast –
Something about Dylan
Crooning Jingle Bells
Made infinite sense
While down South in a manger
Santa blew by in the wind –
I know Jesus is a poem –
I know he’s wild and free –
I know they’ll never discover
His name – & I know
It’s in the afterbirth
Balance is found
Everything hangs together
Surprised but true –
Especially the angel you
Never see –
I love the ripple
I love the river
I love the moon
I love the mouse
And Bob –
Good old Bob –
I love Bob –
His stormy equilibrium
Jingle Belling in the wind
Kevin Moran 11/12/09
Whakapapa: This is the final poem of the Black’s Point sequence. At Black’s Point my friend Frank & I listened to Bob Dylan’s new Christmas CD ‘Christmas in the Heart.’ The poem concerns the ‘Inner Christmas’ or the ‘New Birth’ experience, where a person’s ‘Inner Christ’ or ‘Self’ is born in the manger of the heart… amid the instincts. I love this poem; there is something magical about it, the way it hangs loose yet somehow always remains balanced & together. Dedicated to my friend Frank Yardley.