I am overwhelmed!
Overwhelmed by awe.
Overwhelmed by angst.
Overwhelmed by the season.
All at the same time.
The awe of birth
Of giving birth to another being
A being that is alive
At once the same and yet very different
Their own being from the start.
Knowing that this is how it has ever been.
For Mary, for me,
For all mothers that have been and ever will be.
Overwhelmed again by awe!
The angst overwhelms me too!
Why are the trappings of the story so important?
The cattle, the star, the number of magi, the stable~
Why? Why? Why?
The angst of not seeing,
Not seeing the importance of upholding these impossible details:
The star that could stop directly over a place,
Heavenly beings singing in the night sky.
Yes, the story is lovely.
But that's all it is, a story.
A story told in retrospect
A story to bolster a reputation
A story to uphold the importance of a birth.
If he had never been born,
The world would be an infinitely poorer place.
But it is not the birth that we should be celebrating
Rather it is the life that followed.
In the midst of the Carolling , the celebrations, the church services
In the midst of all that and more,
Why is so little attention paid
to those that are afraid, homeless, hungry?
Why is it easier to get toys for children,
Than it is to stop the bombings?
We call him the 'The Prince of Peace'
Yet we are willing to do little to inconvenience ourselves
To bring a modicum of peace to this world.
~ Lynn Edward, Christmas 2016
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