Thursday, December 24 … O antiphon – Christmas Eve

O Emmanuel, who antiphons
every time
between the Star
and a real umbilical cord,
between ho-ho-ho and humbug,
between our dreams for the perfect
candlelight service,
cantata, Christmas morning,
and a corny NCIS holiday special.

Come as our impossible hope,
come as a trivialized baby,
come anyway —

you who have always been willing
to be found in spilled wax
and crumpled wrapping paper …

Come.

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