Thursday, December 24, 2015

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


The Bug said...

Beautifully written, dear heart.

Pixel Peeper said...

Merry Christmas!

NCmountainwoman said...

Beautiful and thought-provoking. Merry Christmas to you and the Bug.