"PEACE, BE STILL"

Unthrottled now, the secular displays
Of Christmas, without Christ, assault the mind
And senses, a dank and relentless display
Of bulbless lights, and plastic caricatures
Prancing frantically into the night.
The odol worshippers are loosed again,
Money-changers harvesting a catch
Of dollar bills, like fishes pinioned into nets;
Wood-faced strangers vie for slots in lines,
And bargain counters seeking inner peace
In credit cards and lay-a-ways, and checks.
Athiests encircle many hearts with dread,
Picketing, seeking ways to smother
Christianity with temporal glare,
The golden calves aglitter in the chaos
Of unsilent nights and restless urban streets,
While ringers of the bells let slip a tear,
Praying that the season's deaf might hear.
Aliens, we close our eyes to many scenes,
Escaping to the sanctity of peace
And silence found within this holy place.
The awesomeness of celebrating Christ -
Our only source of peace, our only light -
Becomes the centerpiece for all of life.
PEACE, BE STILL, He said, for I am here:
Elohim, Yahweh, Sabaoth, the Christ -
I will be, I was, I am Eternal Light,
Your Christmas candle holding back the night.
Pastor Maggie






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