Christmas Poem, 2015

Christmas falls hard this year

Too fast, too soon…no time

To recover from a second

Honeymoon; so much like

Our first wedded year, when we

Were rushing and flinging

All things everywhere! Christmas

Falls hard, like a river-bank tree

Giving way to the seething

Deluge that has consumed it.

Always the crush, the push

The undercutting, the brushing

Aside of time to sit and wait

To contemplate Advent.

God comes to us, yes, but not in

The flooded din of what we

Have made: a holiday monsoon.

No, God comes to us in full-moon

Mindfulness and whispering trees.

Stop. Listen, please. God is here...
Wherever we gather in love.

Mike and Dana, Christmas 2015