In the night sky a small star,
winking glory, silent, steady.
In the headlines terror,
sorrow’s heavy blanket.
In the maiden a baby,
hidden, beloved already.
In the darkness soldiers
gathering, taking orders.
In the stable a manger
prepared since the beginning.
In the streets low murmurs,
fear and longing.
In the fields shepherds,
half sober, unsuspecting.
In the silence angels ready
with songs of healing.
In the window a child’s face,
waiting, waiting.
The mother, and the angels,
take a deep breath.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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