Poem for Selah’s first Advent from Gigi:

Where
Will
Jesus
Be born
This year?
Not on a pretty hill
Far away
Not in a gleaming
Sanctuary
Barricaded
Against
Our neighbors
Not in
Lessons and carols
By rote
In a baby’s exploring
Fingers
Caressing a star
In a father’s voice:
The star
Represents
Jesus
A lower room
A cold water flat
The open air
Warmed by animal
Flesh in the hospitality
Of the
Poorest
The dying
Playing music
The violin
To comfort caregivers

In the human heart

Get your heart ready
It has to break
To
Receive
Him
Again
For the first
Time
In a baby’s
Curious
Wonder
In the dawning question
In her
New and
Love-Gifted
Eyes