The Place Where God Was Homeless

The Gift of Christmas

The House of Christmas

A Child in a foul stable,

Where the beasts feed and foam;

Only where He was homeless

Are you and I at home;

We have hands that fashion and heads that know,

But our hearts we lost---how long ago!

In a place no chart nor ship can show

Under the sky's dome.

To an open house in the evening

Home shall men come,

To an older place than Eden

And a taller town than Rome.

To the end of the way of the wandering star,

To the things that cannot be and that are,

To the place where God was homeless

And all men are at home.

---G.K. Chesterton.

In The Bleak Mid-Winter

In the bleak mid-winter

Frosty wind made moan,

Earth stood hard as iron,

Water like a stone;

Snow had fallen, snow on snow,

Snow on snow,

In the bleak mid-winter

Long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him

Nor earth sustain;

Heaven and earth shall flee away

When He comes to reign:

In the bleak mid-winter

A stable-place sufficed

The Lord God Almighty

Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim

Worship night and day,

A breastful of milk

And a mangerful of hay;

Enough for HIm, whom angels

Fall down before,

The ox and ass and camel

Which adore.

---Christina Rossetti.

Here's the wonderful Christmas carol, O Come, O Come Emmanuel, expressing the great longing of Advent performed by The Piano Guys in a beautiful rendering:

My art helper Michelangelo is settled in for his winter nap, but I'll pass on his greetings with mine to you all ...wishing you a very, merry Christmas!!!

Live bravely and beautifully!