A stable birth,
Red, messy, wet, naked,
In Palestine, the West Bank.
Through warmth and pain, the earth may rejoice
Peace arrived in the fragile newborn.
A dangerous unarmed rabbi-to-be,
Ready to overturn empires, overrule kings, cast off any allegiance to the world-of-just-now.
Bearing a kingdom of hope, of living the moment, of eternal love.
Not arriving from above, but from within, a teenage Miriam, a womb for a while.
Heart-yearn for abundance and free,
Some abide on shore of the love-filled ocean.
We find shelter and learn to swim in the waves of your kindness
That will never stop, never cease caring for us.
By Jonathan McCallum