In the midst of it all…
a government tax,
a burdened journey,
a burgeoned town,
no room in the midst of it all.
In the midst of it all…
each single life, here and now,
walks the hard pavement of ordinary life,
wading through the sinking mud
or flash flood of waking tasks,
worried racks
of anxious unknowns.
But, somewhere in this night,
the desert night of long ago,
or this daily desert of a road—
a twinkling here, a shining there,
a flower blooms in deepest winter.
Love has come and calms the shiver.
A warming kiss a soft embrace,
a lighted window
a stable place.
In the midst of it all…
a hard won labor,
grace is born in fleshly groans.
The baby cries his birthday song
as angels weep and sweep
the heaven-to-earthbound glory.
And, love has come,
to each and every one
of us whether our eyes are open
and we perceive,
or closed in lonely fear.
We will receive this love come to us –
whether open-hearted in abundant waves,
or in unsuspected and surprising ways.
Love has come. Love has come…
Arise and shine – with the sun!
Love has come in newborn grace
to offer truth
and God a face.
Barbara Doerrer-Peacock, 2010
