Saturday, December 24, 2011

Poem For A Christmas Card

This has been a year of transition:

Who are the wise
       in a place where no one behaves
       like human beings?
Rich Americans
       coveting others’ money,
where is the outrage?

People of opulence—
       the poor and the vagrants
       gather the fallen
       fruit of your vineyards,
       to feed their starving families—

You shall not pick your vineyard bare!
       —Leviticus 19:10a, 9b

our hope is not lost—
Jesus’ birth promised:
a voice for grace,

—The word for life is always plural.

Merry Christmas.


1 comment:

  1. That which is honored is fruitful. The inverse is also true.