“Memory believes before knowing remembers.
Every memory seems more keen.
Every sight seems more bright.
Every tear seems more heavy.
Every scent seems more strong.
Every sound seems more bold.
Every heartache seems more piercing.
Every loss seems more painful.
Every joy seems more complete.
Every touch seems more dear…
Each year, finding ourselves standing before what makes Christmas just that,
seem hopelessly more intense, more sharp, more profound…
Be that a blessing
be that a curse.
Pain is greater.
Suffering is more fierce.
Joy is more contagious.
While satisfaction hangs precariously in the balance.
There are those who gravitate toward this more mystical and magical time
full of giddiness and glee…
while others wish to close their eyes,
not openning them again until mid January.
The sensory overload can be overtly overwhelming or palpably underwhelming.
And yet it is in that overload, be it over or under,
that we actually become more….
and even more vulnerable.
And it is in that vulnerability that the ego slightly abates….
the guard slips ever so quietly,
While pretense evaporates as the dew in first light…
As we are splayed wide open.
And it is in that moment of pure raw vulnerability that
the heart finally realigns,
beating rhythmically for the first time since the tragic Fall,
as it is once again, albeit briefly, in sync with all of Creation…
For no word from God will ever fail.”