Monday, December 22, 2008


Read Matthew 1:18-25

you come,
struggling through
the deep drifts of our sins,
to pull us out,
hand us a warm toddy of grace,
and wrap us in
the comfort of
your hope;

you come,
unlatching the storm windows
we have hung over our
so we can open our hearts
to the bracing breath
of your joy;

you come,
you arms full of groceries,
cooking up a storm,
letting us lick the bowls,
and decorate the kitchen
with icing and sprinkles,
then sending us out
with our arms full
of your goodness,
so everyone might
gorge themselves
on your love;

you come,
that little child
taking our hand
on a cold winter night's
suddenly stopping
and whispering,
'did you hear that?'

o come, o come,

(c) 2008 Thom M. Shuman

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