In
stables and sheds,
kitchens
and loungerooms
where
trees are trimmed and illuminated
and
nativuty scenes erected,
and
where they are not;
where
questions are asked
and
objections raised,
where
humans struggle
and
sometimes doubt,
where
the downtrodden gather
to
become schooled in resistance,
where
infants dance with delight and wonder
and
old people pause to reflect,
where
children are reckless enough to claim their voices
and
challenge their elders,
where
the just discover their anger
and
politeness gives way to righteous insistence,
where
generosity, compassion and hope reassert themselves
to
confront the greed, brutality and fear at the centre of the universe;
here,
in these places
among
earth’s dust and straw,
and
in many places like them
the
Logos of God will be,
is
being, born,
to
shine again,
defiantly
in
the darkness.
©
Ken Rookes 2018
