(Christmas) sunrise birth by Larry Morris

Night

of

no

beginning.

no end.

What

are

we

looking for?

What

is our

question?

Where is it?

When will it happen?

Wild

abandoned

reckless

greedy

for

God.

Is

greed

for

God

still

greed?

How

could

we

not

find

it?

We

were

there,

trembling

with

the

dance,

the

explosion

inside

filling

the

air,

luminous

mystical

hungry,

ready for

anything.

Now

we

wander

the

cold

dark

streets

shivering

in

the

night

alone

with

our

own

mystery.

The

trees

are

naked

now

alone

and

barren,

the stars

hidden,

aloof,

with the tiny human

lights

scattered

thru

the

darkness.

We

fall

we

are

falling

falling

into

the

falling

into

the darkness

we keep falling

because we can't help it

we keep falling

into the darkness

we risk our heart

on this path.

Yet

the

trees are not separate

from the night

the trees

are firm and strong

in their yielding

to the dark night wind,

the little lights everywhere

are not afraid

to be.

Is

this

not

the

night

of

our

absolutely

guaranteed

awakening

without a doubt

and forever

never to be denied?

The night to yield.

We

melt

into

this dark night

the luminarias

in

our

heart

brighter

than

any

on

the

street

Welcoming

the

birth

Becoming

the

place

where

no

one

yet

has

ever

been.