Let Us Be

Christ Mas.

More Christ

infant in us,

simple mystery.


Oh, come

let us adore

the center

of the lullaby.


Rock us gently,

lay us down

in the manger

with the Child.


Mother Mary

held His eyes in hers,

and rocked us

gently for a while.

First Light Prayer

It’s okay if no words can sand off
the sharp stillness of this sunrise.
Sit, close lipped, face on your hands,
those callused tools of industry.

Let the birds slit the morning air
while you receive much.
Before the giving flexes you,
say a prayer that works.

It’s okay if no words can sand it.