Theme “Christmas”
My mind’s eye Christmas
My mind’s eye
Holds tears and fears
Angers and resentments
Past and present .
My mind’s eye
Feels hope and acceptance
Acceptance of all this
Hope in experience
A past and present future.
My mind’s eye
Is no longer blind, I
Can see my role in the laughter in the pain
My mind’s eye is
Christmas eve blessing
May your higher self be with you even in the blue moments
May all that you are willing to be, be with you
May guidance be sought
May you be willing to engage in all that this guidance shows
May you recognise the birth of new light
May the Spirit of Love come to your
And we call it Christmas
And we call it Christmas yet where is Christ?
So we have no workhouses, let’s take homelessness and food banks.
So we have freedom of expression and thought, let’s take mental and sexual and psychological torment.
So we have this fabulous increase in wealth, let’s take a local inequality and make it a global inequality
Blue Christmas
This originally appeared in The Inquirer, Issue 8001
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The stories rarely mention anymore
how badly Mary missed her Dad,
how as she trudged through Bethlehem she yearned
to hear his voice, which she knew –
it made her chuckle just
to think of it! – would be raised in fury
at the faceless innkeepers,
Holiday wish list
This originally appeared in The Inquirer, Issue 8025
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Like a child before the presents are opened,
Like a man on his first bite of beef stew,
My spirit is everything-greedy,
I want holidays – and Holy Days, too.
Give me a hustle and bustle in the kitchen,
Where loved ones cook for each other,
Christmas will come
This first appeared in The Inquirer, Issue 8049
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Christmas will come.
When the nights are so long that even the day is dark,
and the world’s balloon is a fugitive from the sky,
when hope seeps out of our collective life like breath,
like the wind punched from a downed fighter,
Christmas will come.
Christmas
May God’s home be in the arms…
This originally appeared as the ‘Inquiring Words’ in The Inquirer, Issue 8049
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May God’s home be in the arms
of the homeless and the refugee,
may God’s ceremony be justice,
may God’s tribute be surrender.
May God’s righteousness be the poor, confirmed,
and may God’s river be the very stream
where she is taking
Christmas prayer
The birth of the Christmas child bears the message of hope that there can be joy and peace and goodwill. At Christmas time we can allow ourselves to believe in angels, and wise men and shepherds, and the whole night sky filled with the music of rejoicing. Let our religion be the religion of