A baby cries…
and its cry commands our attention.
What does it need, how can we provide?
“‘God did it’ isn’t an explanation,” said Joseph.
He got no account for the baby’s chromosomes,
No description of the mechanism that
Transmuted the divine shadow into royal blood.
In Advent, we build the framework of Christmas
together we put up scaffolding
signalling something’s being renovated
something new is being created.
Come, let us walk the road that Mary walked
the challenging road
from Nazareth to Bethlehem
not knowing what the future holds.
said God to Moses from the burning bush.
I am the light of the world…
I am the way…
I am the gate…
I am the vine…
I am the bread…
Before Abraham was, I am…
Before the Beginning,
Simply, infinitely being,
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
the world as she stands now
she was good at birth
in a foundation
Hearken, children, to the sound
A bird dives, screaming, to the ground
Rise out of the water!
Stand up from the water!
Children, children, rise!
A candle is burning yellow near the rail of an altar
In the church setting its flame will likely not falter
Look at me! Check it out! I am grinning like a kid again!
I am one with the world in a flow of wonder!
Land, sea and sky join in my delight