This Christmas

This Christmas is absolutely nowhere

Manifested with a bent Advent wreath

The candles flicker through zoom

We have never been more thankful to see it

To be this wise and this young and still alive

Confused to the point of curiosity 

What will the Spirit of Christmas 2021 bring

Pour a little Florida Water

The ancestors will visit

A world so full and new and open, they built for us

We grow thin from digging their graves 

We grow fat on the fruit of their lives

And still hurting and lost without them

Grief is not a garment but a curated accessory

Mercy’s response to the human condition

Meeting us at the dry riverbed affliction 

deep calling through the rock of all ages to witch we are clinging

Our hearts kneel most of the time now

Here we find rest in prayer so we will make no petitions

There is too much to ask for and we do not know what will help

Too many of us need too much and God has already heard us

Unaware unprepared unfit unexpected unassuming and unhappy is the alarm

God's Provisions given from the lips of an infant

We are sacredly bewildered in the Omicron Desert following his cry