How often do we forget,
as we gaze on the tableau
crystallized, porcelain, or plastic,
meant to tell us how Christ arrived,
born into a stable, with no resource at hand,
the King of Kings and Lord of Lords and
Beloved Son,
born to Mary and Joseph,
who choose their roles as parent.
Parents who wanted health and laughter
and who could foresee the squabbles about
dinner and bedtime and chores.
A father who would walk dusty roads in foreign lands
for the sake of his family’s safety.
A mother who had born a human child like any other child
in tears and sweat and pain.
Parents to a child whose end would be on Calvary,
a child born into our families.

written Dec 2009