Christmas / Navidad: by Janet Ross-Heiner

The day when my eyes see light
In the eyes of a campesino
In the heart depths of a dictator
In the smile of a stable child
That day is Christmas.

The day when my ears hear the Messiah
In the chirp of a sparrow
In the din of the market place
In the lullaby of a young mother
That day is Christmas.

The day when my hands touch the body of the Savior
In the wounds of a refugee
In the picking of coffee in the mountains
In the toes of a newborn
That day is Christmas

The day when my tongue tastes the sweetness of God
In the honey of a bee
In the rice and beans of the people
In the tortillas of covenant and communion
That day is Christmas

The day when the heart finds peace
In the struggle and vision
In the tall palms gentle waving in the distance
In the swaddling clothes of Bethlehem
That day is Christmas.

Janet Ross-Heiner
Printed in: Gifts of Many Cultures: Worship Resources for the Global Community

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