You come,
yearned for but uninvited,
defenseless and undefended,
to touch our hunger for what we didn’t know we lacked,
to sit with us in silence before the great mystery,
to live gently among our wars and insults,
to accompany us in all that is terrible and wonderful.
You bring the great blanket of the universe
with you, wrap it around our shoulders,
and behold the night.
An infant, you come, not to command but to evoke.
Gazing into your newborn eyes
we become lovers, beautiful and noble
and generous and brave.
You come to share our disappointment with us
so that we might share your hope.
You come into our uncertainties
and show us how to be ourselves.
Welcome, Beloved, welcome.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net