I saw this yesterday on a church sign while driving home. . .
Without Christ in Christmas
it is just another hollowday. . .
We’ve honored the doorways of Lazarus,
paid homage to Kaufmanns and Sears.
The Season of Sparkle has grabbed us
and filled us with gift shopping fears.
We’ve decked all our halls with good wishes
and shopped every Mall — one more time!
Has the Spirit of Christmas come down to
the jingle of nickels and dimes?
But, it’s lovely and lively and thrilling . . . . . !
Let us ever so gently enter the Advent Womb,
like a little drummer, bringing all we have. . .
our joy and our pain,
our sin and our goodness,
our questions and our searching,
our longing for something.
for someone . . . . .
We surrender to the Love that calls,
bringing all we are
and all we think we are.
Surrounded by this sacred, fluid darkness
we yearn for birth,
for courage to stand for those who are afraid,
for words to speak for those who can’t,
for the simple pleasures
of a life fully lived,
a love fully given,
for Light in the darkness,
Deep within our hearts we prepare a place
A manger of acceptance – – –
A Place of hope
A Place of healing,
Gently, ever so gently, enter the Advent Womb
and together we will give birth
to our dreams
Sandy Ozanich ©
Author’s Note: I am a Lay Passionist Associate with the Province of St. Paul of the Cross. I would like to suggest that you visit our monastery at: