This holiday season,
I devote myself to
the Power, the Glory, and the Honor
of you, Almighty God,
who contains within you:
and sparkly lights,
and pineapple tarts and peppernuts,
the joy of homecoming, of belonging, of a family’s embrace,
the sunny splendor of Christmas in California,
the contentment of a belly full of brisket and curry and creamed corn,
the freedom we find in ritual.
And also and still:
and big box stores,
and loneliness, and bland turkey,
the pain of separation, the quicksand of nostalgia,
the squalor of greedy hearts,
food that’s the fruit of another’s suffering,
rigidity that causes cracks.
I give thanks for it all,
and say, Tis the season to attend.
Because Brother Thay says that true understanding is the essence of love.
Which requires us to look deeply and well.
And You may be The All,
but You are not always The Most High.
who Art in Heaven
(and in our daily struggles),
Hallowed be thy many names.