The Arrival


Like the Magi who left their comfort and traveled across deserts and plains to follow a star, or the sleepy shepherds who left their flocks and fears to follow an angel, let my heart leave what is familiar and cold for the shelter and warmth of your humble presence, now born in a simple place where no purely practical mind would ever expect to find you.

Tonight we celebrate wildly amid lights and songs while the Liberator arrives quietly beneath a cloak of midnight and stars, then sleeps unaware, wrapped in his mother’s shawl.

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