Rev. Dr. Paul Moore
December 25, 2018
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“And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:7, NRSV)
This tender mutuality of human and divine
Invites the lost and distant parts within this heart of mine
To swaddle and be swaddled, to nurture and be fed
Until the heart and soul of me can give the world its bread.
This tender interwoven gift of heaven and of earth
Invites the lost and distant parts within our home and hearth
To give and to receive, to embrace and be embraced,
Until all of humanity is lovingly in-graced.
This tender light from shining Star to all the shining stars
Invites the darkness in-between to dawn on distant bars;
To lighten and enlighten, to open and to be
A brilliant universe of stuff for curious eyes to see.
This tender, needy God of mine who touches earth and sky
Invites my hand to reach beyond the stretch of my small eye;
To break apart the fragile pot of self-constructed scree,
And smell the flowering wonder of this tender God in me.