Christmas morning

The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world. (John 1:9)

Winter light slants through blinds in the loft, finding faces on the tapestry that hangs on the west wall. Joseph and two magi stand there. But the golden beam leaves them in shadow to illumine Mary, the infant Jesus, and a magi kneeling at the manger.

The light lingers on their faces, drawing my eyes and heart into this circle of light where my every longing falls silent as the air around me.

A photo across the way fills the dining room wall. Black and white, a country road, lined by bare trees, stretches into the distance, disappearing into a thin morning fog.

I don’t know where it leads or will end ... for me or anyone else. But sitting in the light of Christmas morning, none of that matters. All that matters is sitting here, enveloped in this circle of light, barely breathing, but knowing the Loving Light of Christ will find me ... and you ... on every road we shall ever walk, bearing us joyfully home at journey’s end.

David L. Miller