Christmas Eve / Christmas Day - 2015

Two poetry offerings as you reflect on the meaning of Christmas.

Incarnation

He escaped from oblivion.

He was the first authentic man.

The Artist now art,

the Potter now sand.

Floating in silence,

suspended, confined.

Bleeding his mother

tearing through the bind.

The lonely trauma,

the naked God

made way a corridor

blasted man’s facade.

By Kenn Storck

Christmas

Away with the manger,

the stable, the tinsel,

the pretty round halo,

the shed full of twinkles,

the virgin’s blue bonnet,

and sweet smell of shepherds,

if these are the stories

the muffle the meaning of Christmas

and take all the bite out of birth,

the crisis from Christmas,

the bleeding of babies,

and the greatness of God

in that scared little girl

called Mary.

Away with the manger

if Christ is not seen

as the real in the raw,

as the boy left in straw,

as your God at your door

on the night he was born.

From Interrobang by Norman Habel – Fortress Press

[Out of print but may find used copies online]