Like a bird singing in the night,
when multitudes of angels
crawled and hovered
God walked into the world with a child in His arms.
The shepherds gave a reception, the stargazers
brought gifts to the harbinger of heaven,
the wise men momentarily lost their wisdom
to seek the sunshine of His face.
Then he grew under our sky, under the same loving Eye,
drank the planet's water, browned in our sun,
for a brief moment, an alien in this world
just as you and I.
In this earthly rotation: blossoms break forth,
summer scorches, leaves fly, snow flies
to bring us to this annual deja vu,
when hearts thaw and generosity
puffs out its proud chest, and we rush
in the frenetic, glorious mess of holidays.
Now, in this moment - coexist
with the reality of the day.
When the first wet snowflake touches
your windshield and you are singing
with the radio about roasting chestnuts,
hear the bird singing in the night,
sense God waiting to greet you
when the celebration is over,
give the midwinter gift of forgiving yourself,
and cast the remnant of your heart to Him.