From the darkest depths of the cosmos
the eyes of God twinkled
like stars.
As they spun forth hope.
Quickly God exhaled
into a space
much smaller than his usual home.
A womb of a woman.
In that moment the universe did sing
enjoined to the songs of ten-thousand angels.
Nine months passed...
and then a lullaby.
and then a lullaby.
Shepherds heard the haunting songs
and wise men too.
Moved by strength beyond their own
they trudged and traipsed to find ‘Wonder.’
May the God who filled Mary
with all of himself
infuse and impregnate you.
Coming whole into your life.
May you receive this
most holy gift
of 'Wonder'.
And in the darkness
when despair threatens ‘Wonder’
may you have the courage
of a young, unwed mother.
May you hear angelic songs
on paths untrodden
and on roads well-known.
And may those songs confuse your heart.
When life is ordinary and habitual
know that signs of God
are so often fabricated
from the lowly and common.
And when you are seeking and traveling
up winding roads;
On long dusty paths
to where you belong
May you find shelter -
in stable or inn
under a tree or an umbrella
May you find shelter in a friend - a sanctuary to take you in.
And in that may you know ‘Wonder’.
And may you always ponder
And question
this mystery so dear.
May you never fully ‘know’ the story.
The cries of the Christ child
keeping you awake.
For today the angels sing unto house and nation,
unto rulers and peasants,
unto locusts and wild beasts....
Unto you and me
‘Wonder’ the child-gift has been born. Amen.
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