This poem, written by Fr. Gene Pouliot, was his homily at the 5:00pm Mass at Church of the Risen Savior in Burnsville on Saturday, January 3.

'Twas the night before Epiphany, and all through the house,
Every creature was stirring, yes even the mouse. 

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But now put away till the season next year! 

The ornaments were boxed & put on the shelf,  
But don't box up Jesus next to the elf. 

For God has become flesh, not just for a day,
It's up to us, now, to give him away!

Not wrapped in swaddling clothes, or covered with paper;
But manifest now through us & our neighbor. 

Bright little epiphanies yes, are we all,
To shine Christ's light and follow his call.

On pilgrimage are we, like the wise men three,
To glow in His light,  from darkness set free.   

We come bearing gifts, like our savior, still giving,
Forgiveness and love and peace to the living. 

From the table of Eucharist & Word do we feed,
To offer our service to others in need.

Wherever we journey, near or far,
United are we who follow His star.   

From house top to house top, believing with cheer,
Let's shout Merry Christmas, For He always is near.