Oblivious

as the glory of God

illuminates the night
and shepherds
tremble
before angelic choirs

the rest of the world

remains oblivious

whilst a young mother

and an awestruck father
take in the miracle
and the mystery

the rest of the world

continues unaware
unaware
that everything
just changed

a gift of Love

lies sleeping in the straw

the greatness of God

takes baby small breaths
in the hay

the Prince of Peace

peacefully sleeps

God has come

God has come

to us

and almost no-one
notices

Ragamuffin Rumours

I tell you

it’s hard to know
what to believe
there’s a story flying round the town
that the Messiah’s been born
here in Bethlehem

would you credit it

right here
in this very town they say

and there are wild rumours

of angels
and dazzling stars
and choirs in the sky

it beggars belief

the Messiah

here
in Bethlehem

it’s only gossip I’m sure

let’s face it

the town’s bursting at the seams
with this stupid census
and no-one else
not one single person
seems to have heard or seen
this ‘heavenly announcement’

strikes me

maybe the wine’s been flowing
a little too freely
at all those family reunions

I have to say though

it’s certainly got folks talking

but here’s the rub

they say it started
with a group of shepherds
spreading the news

well I ask you

what a group of misfits and rogues they are
it has to be a hoax

the hope of Israel?

born in Bethlehem?
and a bunch of ragamuffin shepherds
the first to hear the news?

can’t possibly be true

 

 

The Melting

it seemed
as if the heavy weight of her weariness
melted into the straw
as her exhausted body
surrendered itself
to the makeshift bed
that Joseph had fashioned

it was done

the child was born

the promised one

was here

and a river

of unimaginable
relief and joy
washed over her and through her
like an all-consuming tidal wave

he was safely come

she knew not

what the future held

but God had come good

she knew she could trust
her Adonai

she had surrendered her body

to his purposes
and he
had delivered on his promise

and through the swirling mist of emotion

and a million unanswerable questions
through the discomfort
and after pains
of childbirth
in the total unknowing
of what came next
the whole weight of her tired body
settled into the straw
and utter joy
flooded her senses

God had come good

let it be to me

she thought
according to your Word

.

Holy Fire

it came
out of nowhere
a great thunderclap of sound
and a rushing roaring wind
powering through the room
like the stormiest gale on a wave-whipped sea
swirling
deafening
threatening
pure unadulterated power
ripping through the space

and a great explosion of fire

saturating the senses
blowing apart all concepts of God
tongues of flame
raining down on us
vibrant infusions
of red, orange, gold
heavenly spotlights
homing in
on their targets

and then

silence

a long, loud silence

as the fireball

dispersed itself
and we were left with
flickering dancing candle flames
resting
on each one of us
with the gentle hypnotic beauty
of fire that danced and blazed
yet did not burn
flames that covered
but didn’t consume

and after the moment

of shock-filled fear
a sense of quiet wonder
rippled through the room

and someone

Matthew I think it was
began to smile
a warm
relaxed
bringing a sparkle to the eyes kind of smile
as the huge relief
of recognition
came upon him

the fire of God

he whispered
it’s the fire
of God
the burning bush that does not burn

he’s done it again

he’s kept
his promise

remember what John said?

he will baptise you

with fire
with the Holy Spirit
and with fire

and suddenly we were laughing

dancing
embracing each other
not understanding
but knowing
knowing this was him
this was the gift he’d promised
and we were touching the flickering fires
daring to hold
their flame dancing beauty
entranced
in wonder-filled moments
of joy
and recognition
and indescribable
holiness
and humility

the Spirit

was with us

and power

rippled through us
with all the grace and wonder
and profound simplicity
that we had to come to expect
of the Master

and everything

changed

.

A Christmas Prayer

Baby-small

vulnerable
risk-taking God,
re-enter our hearts
as we ponder your coming amongst us.

Holy and beautiful

radiant God,
shine in our dark
as we think of your birth in the stable.

Peaceful and merciful

all-loving God,
pour your compassion out through us.

Let us love like you,

live like you ,
bear your Good News to our world.

Let Emmanuel

live on through us.

Baby-small

vulnerable
risk-taking God,

re-enter our hearts

as we ponder your coming amongst us.

Amen

.

Spirit of the Incarnation

Spirit of the Incarnation

Holy birther

of possibility

rushing wind

dancing flame
seed
within the womb

gentle whisperer

promise nurturer
midwife
of change

in this flawed

and wounded temple
of my being

be the energy of God

within

dismantle
my resistance
to your flow,
break through
with power and wisdom,
and shine
gloriously shine

Spirit of the Incarnation

be fully enfleshed
in this place
this time
 
in me
.

A Whisper in the Night

He came

out of nowhere,
like a whisper in the night,
delivered the message,
the truly astounding message,
and then
like a half forgotten dream in the morning
he was gone
as if he'd never been,
leaving me wondering
pondering
wrestling with questions unanswerable,
knowing that everything
every single thing
had just
changed.

I had said my yes

and now
there was no turning back.

I rested my hand

on my belly
and pondered
the mystery of it all.

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