It is closer, and yet
still so far away.
Christmas Day sits on
horizon’s hill
like a sunrise disguise,
not quite yet shining
into the valley, but you
can see that it will.
And still, Zechariah
sings about light
dawning upon the darkest
corners of life,
chasing shadows of
death, guiding our way
into the day, into the
goodness, into the birth
of Jesus.
It is closer (but still
far away), and prophets promise
Eyes opened, ears
unplugged, voices lifted,
Impossible things
possible, even probable,
Light increasing and
definitely unstoppable
now as the darkness
retreats in its unilluminated shame.
Yes, the light is
coming. Yes, look and see.
The light reflected,
unexpected
In our words and deeds,
in you and me.
Yes, the sun is rising,
the Light of all lights
Banishes darkness
forever, good news of the greatest
joy.
There is a song in the
air, and that song is called joy.
We wait for you,
long-expected Jesus. We prepare for your arrival with familiar sights and
smells and flavors and sounds. Familiar ... and yet new every year. There is a
song in the air, both familiar and new, a song that is and was and ever shall
be, Amen.
No comments:
Post a Comment