Child of Light

listen you weary
busy and numb and frustrated
the tinsel and inflatable Santas tire your soul
the flickering lights are cold like LED
and the emptiness of your heart is weighing heavy
searching for wonderful
this time of the year
I know
oh, I know
in this long winter
this dark, dark night
at the moment when despair begins to choke us
a beam of light
constellations are singing
as a woman cries out
and in a muck of blood and fluids
a Baby
with hardly any hair, no teeth, uncoordinated limbs
skin and flesh and bone human
yet - miracle of miracles - the light of Divinity
I wonder how Mary dared to touch Him
and the Light in that stable
shines down through the ages
to you
He can take your life of dark moment followed by dark moment
and spill His blood into your dead and decaying soul
to bring life and hope and light
to transform your everyday.

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