perhaps one day

perhaps one day

deep into the season, the nights getting longer,
for some the pressure builds inheriting the whirlwind,
parties to attend or to prepare,
crowds at the mall with it accompanying din,
money to spend in a breathless rush
the season not always so merry as the greetings insist,
yet we do give mostly out of love,
the spirit of the season still there even if hidden
beneath addictions need to keep the economy going,
perhaps one day simplicity will return,
sanity for a season meant to bring contemplation
for it is
Christ-Mass after all.

So amidst the confusion and running around
stop from time to time to look
at the Light that came into the world,
flooding the world with compassion and love,
for it is through us that God reaches others,
our eyes the eternal looks through,
our arms that he embraces with,
our words that he heals others
for one in the body of Christ
a truth often forgotten
in the hurly burly of life.