kings eve

the day
at last
dawns
prince n poet
sleep late in their beds
the morning coolness
inviting long slumber
n gentle dreams
ck n i
slow the pace
coffee is made
blogs pursued
the paper pages turned

all this as we wait
for the birth
of the king

i play the intellectual games
of faith sometimes
what if
how come
if we look at it this way
you know
the barriers we put up -
but this celebration
breaks through it all
if we
as st ben says
listen with the ear of the heart
to
the little child
the young mother
the star
the simple shepherds
the wise waiting kings
even herod - the shadow of ourselves

mystery
gets me more deeply
every year
it is a tale
which redeems
whose ending we sadly know
but always hope for a new outcome
it brings a hope
when all around seems
dark
n somehow
desolate
it invites young
old
those in between
to leave behind
knowing
n controlling
instead
celebrate
trust
love

so
however you celebrate
whoever you with
whatever your path tradition belief
may this christmas
the beginning of
a great story of redemption
be
for you
wholeness
happiness
n
joy

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