Its hidden to most;
the beauty of the Gift.
Its ever about us,
Calling out softly to You!
Don’ you see it?
Its ever about us,
Calling out to You,
Calling out to Me.
Mother in Your Beauty,
We rest within Your Being,
Flowing out of the Father,
As He flows out of you.
We carry it within us,
As We pass through it,
Ever flowing Love,
Flowing into being.
Its the Root of God,
The Power and Glory,
Of Being Gifting its freedom,
so that out of imperfection,
Perfection might be born.
On this Christmas evening,
Remembering how Our Being is Born,
Lovingly cradled as an infant,
Within the warmth of out Mother’s arms.
Don’t you hear the heavenly choir,
Don’t you hear the quiet angel’s cry,
overlooking your every movement,
With the hushed silence of Awe.
I’ve seen My Father’s glory,
I’ve been touched by my Mother above,
I would trade everything I Am,
To return within their Love.
If you only knew,
the loving care that surrounds you,
Peace on Earth,
Would Rest within You.
Oh did you unwrap the Gift?
You only have the Power,
When you silently ponder,
What you can never understand.
In that Silent Unknowing,
In that Silent Night,
All of the One Outflowing,
As the Universe again takes flight.
This is the Gift worth having,
The Pearl of Greatest price,
It rests within your glowing countenance,
As Eternal Light informs Your Being.
If only you could know,
if only you could accept,
The love flowing out of God,
Transforming You, this Christmas Eve.
If I could give you one small Gift,
Battered and Torn beneath the tree,
I would reveal its hidden beauty,
And Gift abundant faith on thee.
Blessed Christmas to any who reads these words. If it was mine to Gift you All of God, I would.