Friday, December 20, 2019

Christmas 2019

Recall, imagine the painting of Jesus
as an enfant descending from heaven
with the cross already on, above his back
before he is born.

Imagine the life of Mary and Joseph now
husband and wife and she untouched by him
pregnant, virgin, immaculate the life
inside her to be claimed by this life.

See the seventy miles of travel
on a donkey, by foot to answer the call
of Rome when time and circumstance 
will claim what no authority can take.

And see Joseph hear the Angel say
the one word among the many others
shepherds and magi had said
he did not want to hear -- "Flee."

Then the exile for years in Egypt.
This is how the story begins
in each of as we come to see 
the claiming of our human-divinity

is no easy matter though we are born
to no other Fate or Destiny than
to say "I am" the mantra of the universe --
we bear the cross we were born with:
and this is called Christmas.

-Byron Hoot

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