Christmas Called Me In by Cheryl Anne Maris Christmas called me in To the heart’s quieter place Away from all work and worry And the intrusion of outer images Christmas called me in To that space where I am free From the illusion of entitlement And the laughable notion of intellectual property Christmas called me in To the Realm of the Infant Into helplessness and crying And the universal truth of vulnerability Christmas called me in To the Hope already born To the ending written Long before the prologue wet the page Christmas called me in To Love Uncontainable And the sustainable peace Of Its full foregone And future surrender Christmas called me in To the tender seeing of the Midnight Clear And the gentle hearing of the Silent Night Senses bestowed upon the lovelorn and senseless Christmas called me in To the cradle of the defenseless The Light of the World shining On, In, and Through Eternity, You, and ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry