Michael Leunig, a Christmas Poem…
I see a twinkle in your eye, so this shall be my Christmas star and I will travel to your heart: the manger where the real things are.
And I will find a mother there who holds you gently to her breast, a father to protect your peace, and by these things you shall be blessed.
And you will always be reborn and I will always see the star and make the journey to your heart: the manger where the real things are.
Me on Christmas…
I am, once again, stumped by the core and epitome of ‘becoming flesh’. I am, once again, stumbling to comprehend the irrational nature of it all. The reality of mercy personified. And yet, I will, once again, choose to believe, accept, follow and fall.
Feliz Navidad my friends. x