Written and published on 26 December 2019

• VIDEO BY ALICE
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  • “Ode to the Risen Christ,” channeled by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem for Christmas 2019. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

This is a poem called “Ode to the Risen Christ,” channeled by Alice B. Clagett. The occasion is Christmas; the year is 2019 …

“Ode to the Risen Christ”
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
26 December 2019

What’ll we do with this James Dean Christian
Shall we declare him officially missin’ ?
What an amazing life he has led
From altar boy to dread Mordred

Shaper of altar cloths into a dress
For his mom who because of her faith misses
Beautiful clothes, as her beautiful boys
Need bottles and Bibles and breakfasts and toys

Murderer of pastor who under duress
Feared to reprove the dad who did worse
Than he ought – having been taught
Forgiveness for condom use cannot be bought

Black Mass provider for them that believe
Our church to be landed, while homeless folks grieve
Our church to be well fed while hungred cry out
And woeful from wealful are wryly pried out

Cozener of pride, crafter of wrong
Among those we depend on to keep our church strong
Fingerer of foothold in fondness or lust
In one who espouses felonious trust

Finder of failings in mighty and true
men who care not for hoodoo –
Anchor of angels to dark angel lands
Forcer of lightworkers, binder of hands
Maker, upstaker of daft demon bands

Image: “Trippet Ranch, Topanga State Park, Santa Monica Mountains, California 1: Dark Angel – Fallen Angel,” by Alice B. Clagett, 8 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Speak we of ‘antichrist’, yet there are many
who speak in the plural, and say there are plenty
More than a handful of james Dean Christians
Who are quick to promote their own Dark visions

End Times can be tough, as such often prevail
In hostile takeovers – harrowing tale –
Church after church goes down in the dust
Of the man who makes millions and owns not a crust

Come hell or high water he grabs us and takes us
Down to the place where the hell fire bakes us
Tossing kith, dissing kin, foxed by rosy cloud cover
We abandon our lives for this demon lover

Say, what will we do with this James Dean Christian?
When all’s said and done, it is we that are missin’
the point, for the old must be left for the New
Each Christian must weather the Satan crew

How can we counter his trickster word?
What can we grasp but the cross and the sword?
Who then can save us but Christ who strides
Diffusing bright grace through the light’ning skies?

Today is the day to bid Satan adieu
And rise with the risen Christ anew
And bless the hour that we were born
Along with the child that the Magi adorn

Good Christmas to all and a wondrous New Year
And may Satan’s works fall flat on their ear
As Christians worldwide arise to the call
Of Christ and his works that hold Darkness in thrall –
Of God and His purpose held highest of all.

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In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

Image: “Self-Portrait,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 December 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

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