As great as it is to receive during the holidays such presents as the latest iPhone, sparkling jewelry, or a brand new wardrobe, one of the greatest gifts we can give or receive is that of the will to share itself. 

In my case, I have been humbled to receive the gift of sharing creative endeavors with many gifted and accomplished colleagues. One such undertaking several years ago took the form of a Christmas video project completed with two multi-talented creative artists: the United States’ Kimmy Van Kooten and the United Kingdom’s Sara L. Russell.  By combining our individual artistry and enjoyment of experimental creativity, we produced a multimedia music, photography, and poetry video titled Angel of Christmas Love Shining Bright.

Although it is not likely to sweep the MTV Video Awards in 2016, it is a sincere multimedia production that we are now happy to share with you.  One of its more magical qualities, as others have already pointed out, is that it features these inspired artists in roles that might surprise those more accustomed to seeing them in a different kind of creative light. Sara, who is well-known for her poetry and art featured in Poetry, Life, and Times (and now Poetry Lifetimes) supplies the atmospheric angelic music for the video. Kimmy, also applauded as a poet, artist, and conga-drum player, provides the outstanding digital art photography. And my own poem from The River of Winged Dreams supplies the text.

For those who might have some problems reading the poem as the video progresses, or who might wish to read it in its original format, it is posted below and also here on AD. We hope you enjoy the video, but even more, hope it helps inspire shared creative adventures of your own.   

ANGEL OF CHRISTMAS LOVE SHINING BRIGHT

I.

Sweet, this elixir
of eternity’s passion
commanding my glide. 

Soft, this explosion
from alpha to omega
sizzling our names raw.

 
Here is the timeless
mystery that pays no heed
to death’s greedy pride.

Songs of hearts divine,
mortal, angelic, holy,
billow starlit wings.

 
Here are lips of flame
eager to be extinguished
by love’s liquid sigh.

II.

The ancient story
tells itself anew, dressed in
syllables of now.

 
Hope flexes and soars––
through eyes welcoming newborns
to earth’s green legend,

 
through scarred tongues singing
battlefield fare-thee-wells for
comrades gone to peace.

 
Addicted to bliss,
dark heaven floods the soul
bright with miracles.

 
Stars wishing upon
the potential of humans
shine faithfully on.

by Aberjhani
(from The River of Winged Dreams)