A Universal Cry of Joy

The message of Christmas is the same in any language;
O Little Town of Washington;
Put a Blue Light in Your Window

A Universal Cry of Joy
The message of Christmas is the same in any language

Anyone can understand
a baby’s cry. In any land
a lexicon’s not needed
for the language is the same.

And so it was when that one child
was born the night that Heaven smiled.
A baby cried and in that sound
the voice of God was heard.

In Holland, Haiti, Greece and Spain,
in Egypt, China and Bahrain
the Christmas message is the same.
In Christ, God speaks His heart.

Ironically that baby’s cry
(from one whose mission was to die)
was not a scream of grief or pain.
It was the cry of joy.

Joy to the World, all nation’s sing
and like the bells that chime and ring,
this joyful message needs no words.
That cry conveys God’s love.

O Little Town of Washington
There is no goodwill among men on Capitol Hill

No silent nights in Washington.
Obama’s world lacks joy.
The Christmas push for health reform
seems like King Herod’s ploy

to rid us all of peace on earth
and goodwill among men.
There’s devious chicanery
and very few wise men.

The healthcare war is raging strong.
It’s making me quite ill.
I’m sick and tired of late-night bribes
in back rooms on the Hill.

No chestnuts on the open fire.
What’s right is what’s ablaze.
They’re slaughtering the innocents
with toxic means and ways.

O little town of Washington,
big problems loom ahead.
A healthcare bill on life support,
come next year may be dead.

Put a Blue Light in Your Window
Honoring those officers killed in the line of duty

Put a blue light in your window
for those officers in blue
who were ambushed without warning.
It’s the least that we can do.

It’s a way of showing honor
to their families who are left
who must face the coming season
feeling lost, alone, bereft.

On these silent nights of sorrow
as we take time to be still
that blue light in the window
will recall those who were killed.

Each, with uniform allegiance
to the force they proudly served,
died committed to our safety
and the laws they helped preserve.

So… to the green and red of Christmas
let us add the color blue.
It will say to those now fallen
we will never forget you.

* In 2009 nearly two hundred law enforcement officers were killed nationwide in the line of duty (including five officers in the Seattle area where the poet lives).

It’s Complicated!
Not the movie. The Incarnation!

Did you see that scene in Rio
that recalled another day
when a child traveled long ago
to a new place far away?

In Sean Goldman’s conflicted heart,
we hear a familiar irregular beat.
It is reminiscent of the cadence of grace
that marked time and eternity
(once and for all).
It reminds us of the day
Jesus left the comfort of heaven
for the chaos of earth.

A son separated from his father,
longed for the only home he’d known.
Alone in a strange new world,
he felt emotions he’d never experienced before.
They were feelings from which
he’d previously been protected.

The journey in question
was one the law required,
but one that found the traveler
calling out to be rescued.
He missed his step-father
and his half-sister.
He missed his home.

In this reluctant trip from Brazil to New Jersey,
the old, old story is recalled.
It’s the story of the very first Christmas
where creation’s thirst for salvation
required a costly sacrifice.

It’s a story that would only make sense
years later.
And even then,
it’s a story that still doesn’t make sense
to most.

The headlines of the news
(and the Good News) isn’t all that easy
to explain (or grasp).
It’s complicated!