Saturday, December 19, 2009
I sit in the house of God;
Awaiting the music in celebration of your birth, Lord Jesus.
Wondering what the angels sounded like.
“When thou didst say, “Seek My face,”
My heart said to Thee, Thy face, O Lord, I shall seek.”
The music begins—rising in praise and then quiets…
All is still.
I wait, I hear my breathing and a rustle of programs,
A cough, a whisper…
Then the small sound, quite, tender;
Capturing my soul.
The blending of voices lifting to the heavens;
“Gloria in excelsis Deo…Et en terra pax hominibus.”
“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given,
And the government will be upon his shoulders.”
Domine Deus, Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi,
“Joy to the world the Lord has come!”
We all sing joyously,
The woman next to me, with rejoicing,
Wraps her arms around me, in an embrace saying “Merry Christmas.”
And the only sound is a baby crying.