Christmas
Now comes the time in the short span of life those of us who seep into an older age find every Christmas is different. Different because our focus is more about the real Christmas versus the trappings we so vigorously pursued to make memories for our children who now have children of their own. Our efforts were designed to make the birth of the One the most special occasion of the year. The most special for children above all celebrations. As it should be. It is much easier for children to grasp The Birth. Not so easy to grasp The Resurrection.
Now, it is up to our kids, to create their own memories, sprinkled with the traditions of their parents, their grandparents, and probably unbeknownst to them, their great great grandparents and beyond.
In the true Spirit of Christmas I reached back to something I wrote thirty years ago and published in a book Christmas Unwrapped copyrighted in 1994. It is as follows…
The Breath of the Planet, The Wind, is now cold.It blows through the trees, the nerve endings of our home, Mother Earth.
Shakes them.Makes them bend and twist and shudder.
The air and the sky are gray.Bits and pieces of sea-bred magic flutter and dance.Solitary voyagers of pieces of white.
White magic.
There are no sounds, except for the muffled roar of the Breath of the planet, the Wind.
Nothing comes.
Into my head.
Into my heart.
Into my Soul.
Except Peace.
So I take a bit of this Peace.
I pick It up.
Hold It in my hands.
Clasp It up against my red and black plaid wool shirt.
Close to my heart.
Squeeze It.
Breathe It.
Close my eyes.
Become It.
Offer It.
For all of you.
In this Season.
That remembers.
When It all came together.
In a cave.
To a teenage girl.
And a husband who made his meager living with his hands.
Witnessed solely by shepherds, whose only roof in life were the Stars.
Announced by Messengers of The Most High!
Turning a simple place
In a simple world
Into an Explosion of
.... ALL THAT IS!
Gloria in Excelsis Deo
And Peace to His People On Earth!
It came in a tiny baby.
That forever changed the world.
Now I offer It again to you.
From the center of my heart.
Peace!
Silent Tears.
Silent Night.
Silent Joy!
And we remember those who are truly home!!
Clement