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12.16.14 - A Gift of a Poem
I have shared this poem before; I will probably share it again. It is that beautiful. It is worth reading, again and again. I love it because it challenges me to really look at what this time of year is about. I love it because it talks of experiencing our own Advent. I love it because it challenges me to stop, look and listen. A perfect lesson for this time of year.
I hope these last weeks of Advent are filled with moments for you to “listen for the brush of angels’ wings.”
I wish you all the blessings for a happy and relaxing vacation. I look forward to seeing all of you again in 2015.
And now for that poem:
Kneeling in Bethlehem
In each heart lies a Bethlehem,
an inn where we must ultimately answer
whether there is room or not.
When we are Bethlehem-bound
we experience our own advent in his.
When we are Bethlehem bound
we can no longer look the other way
conveniently not seeing stars
not hearing voices.
We can no longer excuse ourselves by busily
tending our sheep or our kingdoms.
This Advent let’s go to Bethlehem
and see this thing that the Lord has made known to us.
In the midst of shopping sprees
let’s ponder in our hearts the Gift of Gifts.
Through the tinsel
let’s look for the gold of the Christmas Star.
In the excitement and confusion, in the merry chaos,
let’s listen for the brush of angels’ wings.
This Advent, let’s go to Bethlehem
and find our kneeling places.
Ann Weems, The Westminster Press, 1980.