I am challenging myself to use writing as reflection during the upcoming holiday season. More quiet time…less fussiness. These are free-writes–no editing and revising. Christmas prayers to start my day.
My gift to the Christ-child this season, but more accurately it is my gift to myself.
11/22 Christmas Prayer
I like to find all my broken parts
smoldering scars inside
hurts from long ago to yesterday
waking up in ice and white loveliness
strewn like boot prints across snow
This is the season of love
Healing is a fluid drink
Ingested over time
warm to touch and soothing
mosaic pieces of words and smells
This is the season of taste
Everything slows down
The Gospel sleeps among us
perfect in wordlessness
There is time for silence to approach
our humble narratives
May I create beauty around me this Christmas,
rather than worry about my own lack.
May I revel in burned cookies
May I celebrate with children for whom
this season reaches with embrace
You came yourself as a child.
My Writing Life 