So many worries on my mind.
Christmas is coming.
Friends wonder where I’ve been,
Family wonders when I’m coming.
So many shoes left untied.
So many hurts left unsoothed.
What are all the answers?
Conflict and drama abound,
Everyone seems unsatisfied
With something.
The darkness grows.
But deep in that darkness,
Just where you’d least expect it,
There is a light.
And that light grows,
And grows,
And grows.
Grace comes to sleep
In my tattered stable
This holy season.
The Christ child finds
A less than perfect home.
But he makes it perfect,
Just by his presence.
Please, Lord,
Help me remember
The reason
For the season!
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