Under the solstice moon
We danced in ragged rings
As dogs sniffed the wind
With noses in the sky
There the breath of God
Drifting through Orion’s Belt
Took our humble prayers
Through footless halls of night
Lo the power washed us
And lifted us on high
Where the sun will come again
Reborn upon the wheel
So Frankincense smoke slow
Float upon the winter air
The tally of our needs
God’s grace to fill once more
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