O Holy One, Word made flesh, eternity captured in a life within time, heaven laid in a manger stall; You, the Light dipped down into our darkness: we pray that You will forgive our sins and make us clean and open to receive You at Your coming. Loose us today from our treacheries toward You and our cruelties toward one another. Now we have come again, dear Lord, to the time of the Morning Star, to Yourself moving as azure, blue into our contamination; as open touch to our fisted exclusiveness; as a carol sung to our meagerness; as rose to our bitterness; as love to our emptiness. You are upon us as sky, hands, songs, garlands, tastes making us Yours in joy. We marvel not that angelic hosts sang and shouted for joy. Amen.
— Richard Wilcox
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“Bless us Lord, this Christmas, with quietness of mind; Teach us to be patient and always to be kind.”
— Helen Steiner Rice (1900-1981)
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