December 24- Luke 2:1-7
v.7 “And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn."
Christ came into a world gone breech,
and we thought him upside-down;
Had come so near within our reach,
but we passed his little town.
Given was he, to give for free,
and we thought him here to take;
Delivered he, who could foresee?
this child, we would soon forsake.
Conceived of God and willing child,
we saw no earthly power.
She nourished him with milk so mild,
we offered wine so sour.
Laboring she, this trinity,
of mother, son and hours.
Delivered he, but blind were we -
deliverance was ours.
When darkness shrouds our broken town,
and hope feels out of reach.
The labor of God’s love comes down,
when we have turned up breech.
Written for Andrea while carrying Judah, who had gone breech. 12/3/13
Holy Christ Child, even as an infant you had to approach our upside-down world from the outskirts of town. Open our hearts and our homes to your arrival once more. Amen