After Luke 2:10-14
The presence is blinding,
a great light, not
the greatest light
but a lesser light, still
blinding in radiance,
proclaiming the light
of the good news,
the best news, this day
is born a Savior.
A sign is given,
a map, a guide:
a baby swaddled,
a baby lying in a manger.
The light, suddenly,
Joined by voices,
a host of heaven,
praising and proclaiming,
“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace, good will
towards men with whom
he is pleased.”
The light vanishes, and
the shepherds tell themselves,
“Let us go to Bethlehem.”
Photograph by Casey Horner via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
What Does It Mean to be Made in God’s Image? – Ryan McGraw at Ligonier.
“That Holy Thing,” poem by George MacDonald – D.S. Martin at Kingdom Poets.
The Forgotten Value of Sacrifice – Marty Machowski at New Growth Press.
The Feast of St. Stephen – Elizabeth Sudlow at The Imaginative Conservative.
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