Christmas Lights

He stood, stark against the bomb blasted, bleak land,

His heart bearing pain, sorrow and blight of a child’s light,

Abused, beaten, trafficked, abandoned,

Helpless as the baby he became. 

Tears running down his beard, from his beleaguered soul,

seeing broken bone weary, loss battered women

Oppressed, violated, imprisoned 

Faceless as the babe he became. 

He gasps at the slaves striped and bowed near to death,

at the evil promoting their ownership, racism and violence,

lashed, starved, brutalised

homeless as the babe he became. 

Wringing his hands he cringes at the cold killing if creation;

as beautiful trees become barren stumps and creatures

Frantic, scuttling, suffering

voiceless as the babe he became. 

Weeping he walked the way of pain to offer a narrow path,

where children safely play, women and men equal and free,

nature loved and nurtured raise their voices 

in joy for the babe of Bethlehem who lights our choices






Happy Christmas and more good light and better choices in 2023

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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