If you want Christmas to be more than an expensive and exhausting shopping-decorating-partying-cooking marathon ending with just one evening and a day, I invite you to join me in these six stanzas. Contemplate with me some of the profound claims that have given rise to our celebration.
The Absolute came down
And mingled in the fading,
Walked among blooms
Which glory in the morning,
By midday burn away.
The Before all,
Entered shifting air and breathed it,
Wore out clothes,
Laid loved ones to rest.
One from whom all things flowed
Hungered and thirst,
Sat to rest his weary limbs
Limited by our unbelief.
The Father in whom are all names
Made himself anonymous,
Clinging to the teenage mother
Running from exterminators;
Who authored authority
Stood in court, a victim
Of technicalities maneuvered by experts
Weaving a case to rid us of change.
The Breathless sounded like wind,
Breathed through us fire-words
Of uncontained flight deep
Into our Ground of Being.
Mark R. Turner
Advent starts December 2, Christmas Day is the first of twelve days and that is just the beginning.
Sylvia
Beautiful!
markart
Thanks, Sylvia. You and Wayne be blessed celebrating the Great Birth!