We bloomed in Spring
Our bodies are the leaves of God
The apparent seasons of life and death
Our eyes can suffer;
But our souls, dear, I will just say this forthright:
they are God
Himself
We will never perish
Unless God
Does
St. Teresa of Avila
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O Lord
for many the celebration is over
the trees are looking dry and tired
the presents are opened
the food consumed
and already people begin
to turn away from the season
(although strictly speaking there are 12 days to celebrate)
and
perhaps
from one another too,
as families scatter
that momentary togetherness gone
off to their offices
or to their rooms
(that new drone calls)
how quickly O Beloved
we turn back into our daily lives
how quickly too
we lose our sense of you
that sense of presence
which is, after all
what the season is all about
You with us
Real
Palatable
How quickly O Beloved
we return to fear
and all that goes with it
without remembering
that You are with us always
we participate in you
(or you in us, I am never sure)
You are birthed in us
and we are never alone
Help us to remember
that though the unreality of Christmas is over
the reality of Christmas
remains
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