What I Want for Christmas

Magi

What I Want for Christmas

the gift of love

and health

and time

and money

not necessarily in that order

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a chance to see peace

to see justice

to see the end of xenophobia

to see Donald Trump withdraw

which would, of course, be prerequisite to the above

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a fine bottle of wine

and friends to share it

a low carb Christmas dinner

a recliner to welcome my aching bones

Christmas jazz and family chats

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let me hear

angels singing of good will

let me witness

modern wise men–and women–acting on faith

let the world be filled with the hope He gifted us so long ago

and loving hearts to share it

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The Nativity scene.

The Nativity scene at the Grotto in Portland

Sing Hallelujah

Some thoughts about singing–and a flash mob “Hallelujah Chorus”!

Out of Thin Air

air, transformed

from molecules of oxygen

that dance through my diaphragm

pushed from the warmth of my lungs

and sculpted by the longing of my vocal chords

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air, transformed

vibrates between my happy cheeks

rolls with spirit and verve

over the surface of my tongue

and makes my lips quiver with power

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air, transformed

reaches the ether and joins other voices

tickles the eardrums of all who are present

quickens our collective heartbeat

and makes our souls sing

Merry Christmas, Mr. Cummings, wherever you are

excerpted from e.e. cummings’ delightful poem, “[little tree]”

Christmas tree ornaments.

look          the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy
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I wish you light and happiness this Christmas and all year through!

The Sounds of Christmas

I have been following a couple of Bible reading plans at YouVersion.com. One is called “Sounds of Christmas.” It incorporates scripture, music video and the lyrics of Christmas songs. Reading through “Oh, Holy Night,” I was struck by the meaningful beauty of the second verse:

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.

O’er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.

The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friend.

I hope that you are warmed by His light this sad weekend, and may He guide us all through our trials.