Holiday Music
Here she is.
Here we are
reaching back into the mists and myths,
trying to understand the Virgin Birth
all while racing to get a parking space
somewhere between the Best Buy and Bloomingdales.
Roll forward from her
to the little town of stable and shining star fame
and we start to see
the intersection of the glory
of the woman in clay
and the woman on the hay.
Is there, they wondered,
a connection here to something beyond us?
But then,
it's noticed,
the lack of wrapping paper and a shortage of mince pie filling.
If we take a moment, but we don't.
Don't be shaken by this,
I know tis all a myth,
but even if it were true
that God was reaching out at us
through the mists and myths,
we wouldn't hear the Voice
over the screaming
Holiday Music.
Joe(all is calm, all is bright)Nation