Advent Meditation: Can You Hear The Angels Singing (Christmas Eve) …

Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
— Fanny J. Crosby from She Wields a Pen (Blessed Assurance)

 

Hidden Beauty

Holiness comes wrapped in the ordinary. There are burning bushes all around you. Every tree is full of angels. Hidden beauty is waiting in every crumb. Life wants to lead you from crumbs to angels, but this can happen only if you are willing to unwrap the ordinary by staying with it long enough to harvest its treasure.
— Macrina Wiederkehr from A Tree Full of Angels

 

Good News

Late on a sleepy, star-spangled night, those angels peeled back the sky just like you would tear open a sparkling Christmas present. Then, with light and joy pouring out of Heaven like water through a broken dam, they began to shout and sing the message that baby Jesus had been born. The world had a Savior! The angels called it “Good News,” and it was.
— Larry Libby from The Greatest Gift: Unwrapping the Full Love Story of Christmas

 

A Psalm of the Great Amen

Like silent thunder
it comes rolling back.

Or it leaps across the roof tops,
racing madly through the leaves of trees,
whipping wildly over electrical wires
linking pole to pole,
and with the surge of a cosmic sea wave
it crashes upon my shore:
“Amen.”

From all creation comes the chorus,
from snow-swept glaciers
and ever-extending deserts,
from dark-brown jungle rivers
and majestic mountain ranges,
from vast redwood forests
and endless rolling prairies,
from flocks of flying birds
and herds of wild animals,
from swarms of monarch butterflies
and schools of fish in the ocean deep:
to each of my prayers
comes the great “Amen.”

From God’s great family, one and all,
rainbow-colored in skin and faith,
from those of every compass point,
from country, town, and urban slum,
it comes, it always comes.

From heaven’s host in splendor wrapped,
angels and archangels
saints and mystics all,
it slowly swells and rises;
then rushes cascading into the cave of my heart:
“AMEN, AMEN, AMEN.”
— Edward Hays from Prayers for a Planetary Pilgrim

 

O Holy Night / Ave Maria ft. Lexi Walker – The Piano Guys

 

Christmas Poem

… Oh the heretics!
Not to remember Bethlehem,
or the star as bright as a sun,
or the child born on a bed of straw!
To know only of the dissolving Now!

Still they drowsed on –
citizens of the pure, the physical world,
they loomed in the dark: powerful
of body, peaceful of mind,
innocent of history.

Brothers! I whispered. It is Christmas!
And you are no heretics, but a miracle,
immaculate still as when you thundered forth
on the morning of creation!
— Mary Oliver from Goodness and Light

 

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