21st Christmas
...fragile hurting, without clear direction, 21 years in the wasteland, following the star, that is how we enter into Christmas. Hoping for a good moment to open the presents, knowing it is not likely, that the rip of torn paper will cause instant deterioration, that thoughtless, foolish perfumed gifts will be a toxic bomb, that the shaking, the paralysis will overshadow the numb hands, so desperate to be held, so unable to bear contact. Ours is the poverty of the outcast, the refugee, the broken and for all of that- the star of Bethlehem shines the brighter.