A Different Christmas.. a poem by Veronica Farmer

At this time of the year
Christmas coming
for many
means
blood family

It is food
​lists at the mall
celebrations
​new clothes
and the history and identity that bind you tight together

I like another way
I like to find the Home in the unknown
the never met before
I like to find the comfortable familiarity 
in a new brave soul
in the light or the pain of their eyes 
and warmth of a deep breath before the truth comes..

With those I call tribe
the watching awake
we say all the things 
without fear 
to each other
sometimes it is met with a fierce wall
but not for long
we are not afraid to say all the words 

My ideal Christmas
is to fill the room with souls
who would avoid the usual discomfort of blood
and share instead deep truth and vulnerable beauty
with those who have no attachment to their perfection
To be free
to be broken
or in pain
or beautifully happy 

To be allowed to drop the masks
and be acceptable in oddness
the beauty seen in the real dance of self
the beauty seen in the raw...

This would be a Christmas
Jesu would be happy to walk amongst
among the wounded
and 
the wise
and the unsure

the presents being
deep presence
and unconditional love
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