Silent Night

I know that I don’t know, as I kneel
at the manger with my hands folded

His birth is the sacrifice that saves
His being is for the time being
His doing is for my undoing

Now and then “He came to his own country, but
his own people did not receive him.”
Yes, he breaks my heart and heals my soul

Ask with reckless humility for
the blessings to embrace his presence
the grace to share his forsakenness

Now and then “He came in such a lowly way.
He came to the lowly, and for the lowly…
a heart for the lowly” for my unworthy heart

He taught to serve always in all ways,
side by side, hand in hand, heart to heart —
to live simply by simply living

Now and then “The glamour and delusions
of the world, beguile us, so much
as to make sweet the patronizing… ”

Learn to steward the co-creation,
and be in harmony with Beauty
with acceptance and serenity.

Graced and blessed I silently bow; and,
knowing I’m the lowly; rest assured.

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