Merry Christmas!

Where are the signs

and wonders?

I wonder.

The frost moon hangs

low in the sky –

Jupiter a beacon by its side.

Was it just such a

moon and planet

that tugged the waters

from Mary’s body?

Was she transfixed

(as I was transfixed)

until the hard business

of birth chased the

moon from her mind?

I wonder.

Today I sing

The First Noel and

Silent Night

and imagine Mary and me,

heads tilted back

looking at the moon.

Clamorous murmuring years

separate our gazes.

But it’s the same moon

and we’re thinking about

the same Messiah.

That might be sign

and wonder enough

for me.

Dana & Mike Rhyne

Christmas 2012