Christmas in June by Wil Triggs

On a boat toward Lesvos she lies

In wait for new world’s sky blue prize.

This family flees like Egypt of old

To life and death and new world gold

All in orange life jacket guise

The aged, the young; they dip and rise

To the manger island the boat plies

For generations to come this story will be told

Of the boat toward Lesvos where she lies

Let it be done, submissive, she sighs

Her prayer, like ours, faith’s surprise

As goods and lives, bartered and sold,

There’s no room in the inn, the tents unfold;

Herods and Judas debate, yet onward flies

The boat toward Lesvos where Mary lies.