O Word made flesh, You dwell among us
in the classroom
during the last week of school before the Christmas holidays
during the language arts test they must retake
because not enough words and their ways
would take the first time.
Help us, when words fail us (we use too many or too few),
to partake of Yours.
And we shall find our weary, hungry bones
take on flesh,
and live.
You dwell among us
during the Christmas party
when they are too much,
whether in volume
or sweetness that is merely in the food.
Remind us that You were young once, too,
when You barely knew the difference
between eager participation, and overload.
Did your emotions run high on Your way to the Temple?
Remind us that You were there.
You dwell among us
when we’re over in the church auditorium
practicing up on stage for the program
that’s happening for real a few nights from now
and they forget their lines
and they pester their neighbor
and fidget
and…hey, what’s that out the window?
O Word made flesh,
when we’re on stage,
the center of our self-made stage,
breathe audibly enough to let us know
You’re waiting
in the wings
with Your wings
to cover us with
Your Peace.
This resonates with me. Thanks!
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