Contemplating The Season

For the most part, Christmas is kind,
Generous in beauty,
Like a fairyland drifting over my home for a few brief days.
Glittery, Sparkly, Lovely, Warm.
It invites family treasures to make their annual appearance.
Homemade ornaments on the tree,
The 4 year old angel, grown into an almost college graduate.
The “First Kenyan Christmas” becomes the 23rd.
The elementary craft exuding boyhood love,
They all evoke joy in my heart.
Every treasure that is hung,
Stirring up a memory of where it came from.
A precious image of life and love and friendship.
A kindness of my life’s story that feeds my soul.

I’m most grateful for the quiet moments.
That’s what I love most.
Coffee in silence in the morning,
Prayerful periods of gratitude for the hope that has come
That goes beyond the season.
The hope that connects with me day by day by day.
In the deep place of being.
Underneath the expectation, the rush, the business,
Even the deep grief of so many whom I love.
The Christmas kindnesses,
That bring the story of life,
This life
as it now stands.
To life.

He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.
Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.
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