The
Mule
Purple, purple,
Purple, pink,
In evergreen
The candles sink.
Candle’s age?
One thousand yeared,
With four four-thousand
‘Fore He appeared.
Each Sunday four
In front of Yule
When she arrived
Upon a mule.
A revolution
Round the stall,
Till suddenly
On knees were all!
Like priest incensing
Hallowed altar
To bear her Son
All kneel, none falter.
Firm, determined,
Burdened-beast
With veins of gold,
Great stubborn priest!
Hilary M. Flanery
Hilary McRee Flanery studied Theatre Arts in college at Webster University in St. Louis Missouri, USA. She has been in numerous theatre productions over the last 20 years but her real claims to fame have been "Opening Nights" in leading roles on delivery tables throughout the US Midwest where she has performed and produced ten children.
"Raising a large family and writing means that I set up strict priorities. I start each day with a prayer that has been in my family since God was a boy - 'Come Holy Ghost...give me the faith of your Saints, the courage of your martyrs, and the money and success of your athiests.'"
Hilary and her husband, Randy, have been hapily married for 30 years and are certifiably insane. They know this to be a fact since Randy is a Clinical Psychologist.
The Flanerys reside in St. Louis, Missouri with their 10 children, termites and a large bottle of wine. She blogs at www.hilaryflanery.blogspot.com.
