Yuletide Reflections... (Apropos The Coming Star In The East)

Here

in the yuletide

season,

today’s

peace on earth

and good will…

lay hidden somewhere

in the attic of bygone days:

wrapped in cobwebs of time.

 

Once considered obsolete—

hopefully benign—

malignant war

has become

the trend today;

 

Our war sick world,

drunk on inebriating

negative wisdom,

has evolved into an oxy-

moronic society—hailing

 war as a negative good.

 

Indeed the winter season

of peace on earth…

has become a warring

sales season

rather than the season

of giving peace.

 

The red, white

and green arrays

no longer signal

joyous of times

but have become

grievous reminders

of the bombings

of peaceful children

whose blood coagulates

in war’s putrid flotsam.

 

Pregnant mothers

in silence of death

beseech forgiveness—

aborting babes; wretched

deaths of brutal conflict:

In psalms of grief

mercy contemplates

the choices.

 

Despite it all,

as we struggle in faith

let us be ever mindful

that above us

is the attic of God—

where warmly wrapped

in swaddling  love,

abides audacious hope:

the creative good will

towards all

echoing on the horizon—

 

Come, let us welcome

the new dawning

bringing the vitality

of God’s abiding peace—

moving us forever forward

to the day when evil war weapons

shall be mould into plowshares

and pruning hooks of grace.

 

The dream lives; the vision is;

the reality comes.