My Ai Chi instructor, Patty, shared this poem with me.
It captures the story of Christmas, which is really a story of birth, just beautifully.
Enjoy!
THE NATIVITY
No man reaches where the moon touches a woman.
Even the moon leaves her when she opens
Deeper into the ripple in her womb
That encircles dark to become flesh and bone.
Someone is coming ashore inside her.
A face deciphers itself from water
And she curves around the gathering wave,
Opening to offer the life it craves.
In a corner stall of pilgrim strangers,
She falls and heaves, holding a tide of tears.
A red wire of pain feeds through every vein
Until night unweaves and the child reaches dawn.
Outside each other now, she sees him first
Flesh of her flesh, her dreamt son safe on earth.
John O”Donahue
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