I wonder if Joseph was peeved
when Mary, between contractions,
ordered him to close the door
then,
as soon as he did,
wanted it open again.
I wonder if,
in that chorus of angels,
one or two sang flat
and if some shepherds,
feeling and smelling sheepish,
were hesitant to go.
I wonder if
–after Mary gave birth to the Christ child
on scratchy straw
next to dog’s breath and cat fleas–
it didn’t still hurt like the dickens.
And I wonder if
the star was that bright
or the kings so sure.
But I don’t wonder
if God was troubled
that it wasn’t
quite
perfect.
And I don’t doubt
that God
is moved to tears
by our willingness
to be in the story.
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The greatest love mischief of all is being celebrated this day around the world.
Come, let us adore him!
What love mischief are you and God doing to care for the earth?
Let me know and I will include it in an upcoming post.
An Everyday Pilgrim 