We are healed / The end begins, the tomb becomes a womb / For now in him all things are re-aligned.
Like many of you I have long appreciated poet and priest, Malcolm Guite. His words have shaped my imagination for what it means to live in the Kingdom of God. Christmas is a great reminder of Christ’s realignment of not only our own lives, but the life of the world. “For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him. And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together.” (Colossians 1:16-17). Truly he is the source from which we all unfold and our great Emmanuel who comes to us.
Christmas On The Edge
The edge of town, the outhouse of the inn,
The fringe of empire, far from privilege
And power, on the edge and outer spin
Of turning worlds, a margin of small stars
That edge a galaxy itself light years
From some unguessed at cosmic origin.
Christmas sets the centre at the edge.
A tiny seed unfolding in the womb
Becomes the source from which we all unfold
And flower into being. We are healed,
The end begins, the tomb becomes a womb,
For now in him all things are re-aligned.