Christmas is here.
Not just in the merriment and shopping rush.
or the Christmas parties and musical gatherings;
But it is the quiet babe of healing to a world of sorrow.
It is a revelation of an eternal gift,
not a birth of a savior
that was absent and now appears.
The illusions of materialism cannot hide it.
Dark voices of false authority say in my head:
“there is no room for this precious and powerful gift
in the busy “inn” called your life.
“You are too filled up with material demands
to make room for and to experience this message of peace, wholeness, contentment, inspiration, and spiritual sense.”
Yet the birth of this meek idea gently persists--never stopping its mission
to bless me.
There is only the most meager accommodations in my thought
for this profound blessing.
So ill prepared am I.
So over-whelmed by responsibilities and obligations.
Still the sweet idea designed to deliver me from limitation comes yet.
Although hid in deep obscurity,
not advertised in boisterous sound bites, billboards, or social media,
Yet the “wiseman” in me still seeks and finds this hidden gift.
The meek “shepherd” in me still sees the symbols of glorious light
that indicate its holy resting place.
Still the songs of angel messages communicate a spiritual sense
I am guided to the humble “manger” in thought
in spite of the limitations and obstacles
trying to prevent the birth of this promise to my life and to my world.
The whole of creation responds and receives its grace
— not even knowing the Christmas stillness that quietly moves it.