As a gift to you this Christmas, I am offering a bit of my daily meditation, most frequently happening in the early dawn, on the porch swing of my mountain porch. These days it happens under the Christmas tree.
The love of God is greater far than tongue or pen can ever tell . . .
The light of God surrounds me.
It goes beyond the highest star and reaches to the lowest hell . . .
The love of God enfolds me.
O love of God, how rich and pure, how measureless and strong . . .
The power of God protects me.
It shall forever more endure — the saints,’ the angels,’ song. . .
The presence of God watches over me. For wherever I am, God is, and all is well.
The unfathomable Mystery that created, set into motion, brought into being, such incredible Beauty and Order; that enabled myths and stories and songs that fill our souls with wonder and awe; that can “save” us, whatever that may mean to you; and that invites us to participate in this creative process that we call Life . . . .
And every year during this time, we celebrate in sacred stories the birth of these possibilities in us all over again. To create. To be kind. To offer gifts of beauty, and peace, and comfort. May you find them. May you give them.
