Who Am I?

You fill my arms with your children, you fill your ears with my voice, you fill my eyes with tears. You keep coming to me, and I am overwhelmed. Who am I to be wrapped in ribbons, bedecked in beads, fitted in the finest finery? The weight of these presents is too much. I take ...

Take Me to the Manger

I get excited easily. Especially this time of year. But something has happened since I stopped eating from the children’s menu and started wearing make-up. Something bad. Each Christmas, I feel it. I see it. Hopes are raised, lists are written, traditions are sought after. I dance the dance, but find myself disappointed and cynical ...

I am a leaf

The world is a lonely place. One man’s black is another man’s white. The mocking and the pointing and the fighting sadden me. The hunger and the greed entrap me. And the words, the words I love so much, confuse my tired heart and mind. When your black is my black, when you don’t mock ...