O Holy Mystery,
infinite, almighty, encompassing the universe,
you came to us as human infant,
God made flesh, glory tucked between your tiny toes;
Love latching onto life –
vulnerable and helpless,
and yet our only help.
Now, in the quiet aftermath of all our frantic striving
to celebrate your birth with our best,
the very best of our best,
we kneel before you,
exhausted,
spent.
Whether we were ready or not, you came.
Whether we are ready or not,
come once again, Lord Jesus.
Latch onto our lives.
Fill us with the mystery of your love,
God made flesh.
Amen.
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