Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Martin Luther King
Growing up in Atlanta Dr King loomed large in our minds. Yet perhaps a bit larger in mine. My grandparents were civil rights activists and marched in Albany, GA with him. I am grateful to come from people who understood we are all created equally in the eyes of God. May we live by these powerful words.
Come to me my dear child
You who are weary
With cold clinging to your bones
Come to your mother who loves you
And I shall sing you a lullaby
For one more night we light the tree
The wise men's journey has come to an end
Fr John marks our door with chalk
As we pray for a blessing
Indeed last year we were blessed despite illness, bread lines, and closed signs
At the word, amen a candle was lit
Ever faithful Hail Mary was prayed
Deep breaths before we sing
We Three Kings
I ponder on the nativity
Could I trust the way Mary trusted ?
Filth and cold awaiting a new born
Flight into Egypt
My pillowy world has turned me into a halfhearted woman of prayer
Recently, a voice whispers to me, "wake up, the cold is coming. It will fall like rain, and I am the only shelter."
