How many times can we dissociate from the true meaning of Christmas and the prayer for peace we so desperately need more than material possessions?
 

A Peace of Christmas

I meditate:
Jesus Is,
Love
Is God Is
The Cosmos
Held in place
In the darkness
Called Space.

I dream:
The moon
It silhouettes
Every Tree,
Every branch,
As His family,
Gathers together.

I drift:
To the stars
Which signify
The Light
Which edifies
The Logos,
From whence
We arrived
In the Image
Of our Creator.

I awaken:
In the living room,
Mesmerized by
A piece of tinsel
On the floor.

Ciera S. Louise c. Nov. 19, 2008