The Shape of Christmas

 
My mind is a maze with the turns of the journey

The wise men wandered while aimed at the star

Their ears had the form of the wings of the angels

Attuned to the music they sang from afar
 
 
The shape of my spite looks a lot like King Herod’s

The innkeeper’s answer describes my disdain

My fear is the terror first felt by the shepherds

The birth-pangs of Mary give voice to my pain
 
 
My soul is a hole in the shape of a manger

A silence that begs for a baby’s soft cry

A darkness that yearns for a child’s wide-eyed wonder

On seeing that blaze in the evening sky….
 
 
Rev. Jim Burklo, Associate Dean of Religious Life, USC
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