The Space Between Christmas and the Cross

 

Who can truly understand the space between Christmas and the Cross?

The incarnate Word of God arriving as an infant,

And leaving us as a Man,

Both human and divine.

 

I received an early Christmas card today,

It was shaped as a cross,

The verse read,

“May the miracle of Christmas,

Feel your heart with joy, and peace.

 

110 calendar days from this Christmas,

Until Good Friday,

As I write this poem,

In the Year of Our Lord,

November 24, 2016,

Thanksgiving Day.

 

254 calendar days from the next Good Friday,

‘Till the next Christmas of 2017,

Traversing 5 Holy Seasons,

Easter, Ordinary Time, Advent, Christmas, and then Lent,

Culminating in The Holy Tridium,

Followed in 50 days by Pentecost.

 

Passiontide with Easter cards of its own,

Holy Saturday, Good Friday,

3 days, Easter Sunday,

A Liturgical Season all its own.

 

‘Tis Thanksgiving Day,

Reflecting on my recent homecoming from The Holy Land,

The Via Dolorosa, The Way of Pain,

A mere 48-minute walk,

About 2 kilometers from The Church of the Nativity,

33 years in Christ’s lifetime,

A lifetime in mine.

 

Christ crucified outside the city’s gates,

A stone’s throw away from the empty tomb,

Rising to new life,

And ascending to The Father.

 

 

November 27^th,  The First Sunday of Advent,

Arrives soon,

The tree will go up,

There will be 12 holy steps from the crib underneath,

To the crucifix on the wall.

 

2 special ornaments will adorn the tree,

One nativity ornament made from olivewood brought home,

From Bethlehem,

And 1 old cross, made from unknown wood,

Painted gold,

Filling the space between Christmas, and the Cross.

 

The nativity ornament acquired from a pilgrimage to Bethlehem,

12,000 kilometers between 7,500 miles away from my home town,

Of Phoenix,

Phoenix – the magical bird – that dies, and is resurrected across the centuries,

A symbol of the Resurrection.

 

Though the liturgy changes,

The Mass remains the same,

For Christmas, and Easter,

The Holy Sacrifice of the Altar,

Always stays the same.

 

The space and time existing between Christmas, and Easter,

Like the magical bird,

Is eternally resurrected in time, and space,

There is no space between Christmas, and the Resurrection,

Our Resurrected Lord – The same yesterday, today, and forever.

 

LOVE LABORS - CHAPTER AND VERSE

 

For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision

nor uncircumcision counts for anything; the only thing that counts is faith working through love.  Galatians 5:6

 

 

 

 

Love abides. – 1 Corinthians 13:13

 

Love abounds. – Joel 2:12:14

 

Love bears. – 1 Corinthians 4:7

 

Love believes. – 1 Corinthians 4:7

 

Love binds. – Romans 8:37-39

 

Love builds. -  Ephesians 4:16

 

Love blesses. – Matthew 5:44

 

Love chastises. – Revelation 3:19

 

Love choses. -  Deuteronomy 10:15

 

Love continues. – 1 Corinthians 8

 

Love controls. – 2 Corinthians 5:14

 

Love disciplines. – Proverbs 3:11-12

 

Love draws. – Jeremiah 3:13

 

Love edifies. – 1 Corinthians 8:1

 

Love endures. -  1 Corinthians 4:7

 

Love forbears. – Ephesians 4:2

 

Love forgives. – Luke 7:36-50

 

Love fulfills. – Romans 13:8-10

 

Love grounds. – Ephesians 3:17-18

 

Love hallows. –  Ephesians 1:14

 

Love hopes. – 1 Corinthians 4:7

 

Love lights. – 1 John 2:9-11

 

Love lives. -  1 John 4:16

 

Love perfects. -  1 John 14:17

 

Love perseveres. – James 1:12

 

Love persists. – Psalm 85:7

 

Love prays. – Matthew 5:44

 

Love promises. –  Psalm 77:8

 

Love rebukes. –  Revelation 3:19

 

Love recalls. – Song of Songs 1:2-3

 

Love remains. – John 15:7-12

 

Love renews. – Lamentations 3:22-23

 

Love reproves. – Hebrews 12:5-7

 

Love reveals. – John 18:21

 

Love sacrifices. – 1 John 4:7-10

 

Love sanctifies. – Ephesians 5:25-26

 

Love saves. – Psalm 31-6

 

Love summons. – Hosea 11:1

 

Love surpasses. – Ephesians 3:18-19

 

Love trusts. – Psalm 143:8

 

Love walks. – Ephesians 5:2

 

Love works. – Galatians 5:6

 

Love unities. – Colossians 2:2

 

Love loves. – Jeremiah 31:3

 

God is love. – 1 John 4:7-8

Have You Ever Heard a Bird Sing?

                                                       

                                                            Have you ever heard a bird sing,

                                                            A long, long way from home?

                                                            Its song is like a breath of  Spring,

                                                            On its long journey's roam.

                                                            Have you ever heard a TV grrr,

                                                            To fill up the lonesome hours?

                                                            Its incessant crowing a droning lure,

                                                            Which sirenly powers.

                                                            Have you ever heard a radio blaring?

                                                            With all your vacuuming and running,

                                                            No space is left for quiet caring,

                                                            And no time for one day's sunning.

                                                            Can you hear a bird sing,

                                                            A dove, a lark, a sparrow true?

                                                            For God's own Spirit would bring,

                                                            A quiet voice to have His rule.

                                                            Cooing, wooing He bids us, still,

                                                            If only we could do His will.

                     For to hear a birdie sing,

                                                            You must create the time.

                                                            Turn off your vacuuming and drumming,

                                                            And you may even create a rhyme,

                                                            To help you in your funning.

                                                            You haven't heard a bird sing,

                                                            Because you are afraid,

                                                            Of  the peace contentment brings,

                                                            When the peaceful prayer of dawn is laid.

                                                            You must have heard a bird sing.

                                                            For God is found in tender breezes,

                                                            Where He flirts and plays,

                                                            For Jesus',

                                                            Voice doeth truest ring,

                                                            In each and every quiet day.

© 2016 LS Wagen

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