“Come near to God and God will come near to you.”
The Christmas bells peel.
The Sun anoints in dappled light, forging rays into haloes.
Mary perfumes the air of roses.
Angels gather in the eaves to intone a novena of hope.
Quick, light the lamps within the Cathedral that I am.
God has arrived.
(Of course You are always here and always will be, as promised)
I long for a blessing to make my way.
The Beloved processes down the nave of my being.
A nod of benediction is mercifully extended to my flaws tucked sullen in the back pew,
they follow me wherever I go.
Thankfully, God is focused on my potential, the good in me.
“Be still,” God whispers to my restless soul, and then steps into the lectern of my heart.
My spirit is suddenly swathed in glow, of the supernatural kind.
A child again.
“I made you for love,”
“I don’t give as the world gives.”
The tears come.
“I make a way when you see no way.”
“Your soul is unconquerable.”
A Christmas homily of Love—
From the One who knows me better than I know myself.
I slip back through the iron-filigreed doors—Grace is mine.
Saved for another day.
To know this kind of love,
I can do anything.
Humbly, I say,
Merry Christmas! See you in 2019!