In The Bleak Midwinter (2003)

On a starry night, chasing
nothing for which I cling,
transitory one's we are,
failing to embrace the ambiguity of your god,
found placation within my heart
needless to say,
who's the vagabond-king-warrior-angel,
falling from the mantel, far below the sun,
cremated, resurrection has begun
ascension of the soul, where vindication
and validation are displayed,...