What Will You Offer? (A Christmas Poem)

And in a time like this,

Of peace on earth

goodwill to men, we read,

“the stable is our heart.”*

And if the stable is our heart,

What part…

will we offer?

Phones?

Homes?

Status?…

iPads?

iPods?

Toyota Prius?

Tell me, what will you offer?

Tell me, what are you worth?

When a king has come

to such a lowly birth?

This is nothing new.

We aren’t the first.

To grapple with the question

under the weight of the curse.

We all feel it.

Be it children in their mittens

or a man in a story written by Dickens.

Scrooge.  You know,

the one named Ebeenezer,

wrote A Christmas Carol

with his life

through one sleepless night,

Spirits Past and Present

and Yet to Come

forced him to face

what he’d become.

And Tiny Tim cries,

“God bless us everyone”

but we all realize

that maybe

there is more…

Another story that’s always told

on the screen to young and old

We all enjoy “It’s a Wonderful Life”

with our own George Bailey.

Who despite friends, family and wife,

decided he wanted to end his life.

Because he thought his life was worth

more in cash, just a stack of paper.

And while our lives are only vapor,

I ask again, what will you offer?

What are you worth?

Going back in history,

400 years of silence

dawning with divine mystery

with Shepherds, Joseph and Mary,

we can say that night was very

unique, shall we say?

And later the Magi came to pay

respect and to give kingly gifts

of Gold, Frankencense and Myrrh.

Seeing God in human likeness,

they came to bow and to witness

the savior who had came to buy

back souls doomed to die.

What will you offer?

What are you worth?

The one who came through a virgin birth

so loved the world

that he hurled himself

onto a cross.

Jesus, the Word made Flesh,

came to fix our fallen mess.

And now today…

“the stable is our heart”.

Can you hear the bells ring

as children sing,

“Star of wonder, star of night,

Star with royal beauty bright,

Eastward (yes, eastward) leading, still proceeding,

Guide us to thy perfect Light.

Glorious now behold Him arise,

King and God and Sacrifice.

Alleluia, alleluia!

Sounds through the earth and skies.” **

* The opening quote is from Madeline L’Engle’s poem, “In the Darkest Hour”

** lyrics from the carol “We Three Kings” by John Henry Hopkins, Jr.

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