Picture: George Mendoza
Good morning, good God!
It is solely December 5, Lord, however already
halls are decked,
bushes are up,
lights are strung,
tinsel hung,
items purchased,
bows tied,
and playing cards stamped and despatched…
Already, herald angels hark,
muting Creation’s hope,
and with O, Come, O, Come, Emmanuel
nonetheless recent upon our lips,
we elevate a glass of eggnog
and sing with yuletide cheer..
So, if not on the mall and never within the shops,
if not within the streets and never on-line –
let there come, Lord, deep in my coronary heart
a season to pause and marvel,
to dream as a toddler may,
of Mary’s Baby, born to save lots of
so a few years in the past;
a season for me to attend for you
although you’ve got already come
and claimed a house, your dwelling place,
inside my coronary heart and soul;
a season for me, in religion, to observe,
in these purple candled days,
for the way you will contact my soul this yr
with therapeutic, peace and mercy…
I give you these Creation days,
my vigil to your coming:
my ready, sure, for Christmas
however much more my longing
for the day, the enjoyment, the peace in retailer
for many who belief in you…
Could this Monday morning providing
be my prayer by Creation’s days
’til I sing with pleasure at Christmas
the tidings of your delivery!
Amen.
