by Ann Weems
Christmas comes every time we see God in other persons.
The human and the holy meet in Bethlehem or in Times Square,
For Christmas comes like a golden storm on its way
To Jerusalem –
Even now it comes
In the face of hatred and warring –
no atrocity too terrible to stop it,
no Herod strong enough,
no hurt deep enough,
no curse shocking enough
no disaster shattering enough.
For someone one earth will see the star,
someone will hear the angel voices,
someone will run to Bethlehem.
someone will know peace and goodwill:
the Christ will be born!