Amid the bustle, may peace guide you.
Despite the noise, may silence speak to you.
Under the lights, may the darkness beckon.
When demands are made of you,
may you be sustained by the gift you are given.
When jolly words frame hidden loneliness,
may you know unshakable love.
When you are surrounded by what is trite and cheesy
and hounded by what is expected and irrelevant,
may you be arrested by wonder,
led by delight, and held with tender love.
When you wait for the surprise that never comes,
may the grace that has always been happening
catch up with you.
Not with earthquake or armies,
but tiny and fragile, quiet and easy to miss,
may the Child come to you.
from Unfolding Light
2 comments:
Merry Christmas everyone.
Beautiful sentiment, Mama. Been there.
Bleated Merry Xmas. The Blonde is sick.
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