Christ’s Peace and Joy at Christmas

Christ’s Peace and Joy at Christmas

Christmas on the Edge, Malcolm Guite

Christmas sets the centre 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.

And from this day our world is re-aligned
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.


The Victory, Elizabeth Jennings

Down to that littleness, down to all that
Crying and hunger, all that tiny flesh And flickering spirit – down the great stars fall,
Here the great kings bow.
Here the farmer sees his fragile lambs,
Here the wise man throws his books away.
This manger is the universe’s cradle,
This singing mother has the words of truth.
Here the ox and ass and sparrow stop, Here the hopeless man breaks into trust.

God, you have made a victory for the lost.
Give us this daily Bread, this little Host.


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