(refugee: a person who has been forced to leave their country in order to escape war, persecution, or natural disaster)
You came from the belly-warmth
into the atmosphere of earth,
Your lungs filled with oxygen
and Your voice the shrill cry
of new infant-life.
You came from another world,
but instead of running from a land
to a land
You stepped out of the Trinity’s space
into the toxins of our flesh.
You stepped into every known and unknown paradox–
rich and poor,
good and bad,
healthy and sick,
free and chained,
dead and alive,
created and destroyed.
You were some sort of refugee-reverse we’d never heard of,
one who grew up to fight for all the other refugees around
May we find Your Spirit in each other’s eyes
when this Advent season calls us
to places that are unknown to us.
May we find You in those spaces most foreign to us,
where paradoxes swirl in the air like cold winter smoke.