Are there new ways for cradling life this Christmas?
making space in quiet caves within for God?
knowing the perfect gift is not bought, baked or boxed?
welcoming the beatitude of the latecomer to the Christmas table?
understanding the melancholy addressed on each friend’s envelope sent?
Here the piecemeal puzzle of my longing.
the prayer to hold my hopes, loves, beliefs laid on sweet straw,
the consent to life and love through ordinary practice,
the welcome given to my arrival to this
peace, joy, feast.
-By Sister Karlyn Cauley, SDS