Posted December 21, 2023 by Christina Chase2 Comments holy days

The Gift of Love

A bit o’ poetry… There are innumerable ways to write about love. Maybe because love is infinite? So for this final week of Advent, looking forward to Christmas, I had some fun with a little poem. But there is serious meaning in the midst of the silliness.

May you all have a wonderful and blessed Christmas!

The Gift of Christmas

Can you get love in a box,

wrapped and ribboned with bow?

Can you wear love on your neck

in diamonds and rubies that glow?

Can you stack love up like presents?

Can you guess love with a shake?

Can you drink love from the punch bowl?

Can you eat love in a cake?

Can you write love like a poem?

Can you sing love like a song?

Can you trap love under mistletoe

— could Hallmark movies be wrong?

Love came faintly

when the world wasn’t watching

too busy with thrones and spears.

Love came quietly

when the world wasn’t listening

too busy with greed and fears.

Swaddled in linen,

fragile and small,

Love could barely murmur or open His eyes.

Himself was given,

the Creator of all,

Love’s humility is our greatest surprise.

Feature Photo by Jon Carlson on Unsplash

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Although crippled by disease, I'm fully alive in love. I write about the terrible beauty and sacred wonder of life, while living with physical disability and severe dependency. A revert to the Catholic faith through atheism, I'm not afraid to ask life's big questions. I explore what it means to be fully human through my weekly blog and have written a book: It's Good to Be Here, published by Sophia Institute Press.