What I Want for Christmas
the gift of love
not necessarily in that order
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
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
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
The Nativity scene at the Grotto in Portland
May you experience God’s grace at Christmas and all through the new year!
Some thoughts about singing–and a flash mob “Hallelujah Chorus”!
Out of Thin Air
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
vibrates between my happy cheeks
rolls with spirit and verve
over the surface of my tongue
and makes my lips quiver with power
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! Hope you enjoy this YouTube video by Simon Tofield.
excerpted from e.e. cummings’ delightful poem, “[little tree]”
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
I wish you light and happiness this Christmas and all year through!
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.