Soften my eyes into a smile,
Lighten my spirit with your giggles,
Focus my heart on the joy
of holding you.
Are we there yet? Is it time yet? Do you think, O God, that we’re fully prepared for the destination — to receive you in our neighbors, to love our enemies with the same adoration with which we welcome a newborn, to carol unreservedly alongside the poor & homeless shepherds, to believe like children that goodness and love are enough to bring a miracle, to marvel at a familiar story that remains unfinished?
Put on an extravagant spectacle, O Savior,
to disrupt our pallid routines.
Dance. Tease. Provoke.
Goad us with a parody
of our vain ambitions
and shallow truisms.
Like a searing comedian,
point us out to be stingy fools.
Name our asinine inconsistencies,
our disbeliefs and our contradictions.
Laugh that we have marveled at the cactus
when there are stunning flowers
about to bloom
in the desert.
By your birth, mock us
for the egos that we are
… and then rescue us, too.
If, in fact, you are so brilliant,
why ever would you allow yourself
to be eclipsed?
If, in fact, You are so generously present,
why would you permit starvation
If, in fact, you know a better way,
why do you waste time
Praise the LORD, all the earth!
and blistering deserts,
plaintive seagull and
Praise the LORD, all galaxies!
Uncharted stars and
and crashing comets.
Praise the LORD, all people!
From skyscraper rooftops
and street corners,
in solo and
Praise the LORD,
oh praise the LORD!