The travelers on this journey
are many; coming from all
living places and historic times,
a long line of pilgrims seeking
their own Bethlehem; to
comprehend this gift of love and to receive it
but they already share it with
each other as they journey
to a new horizon for
truly, it is not possible to want
this hope and seek this love
without already having it
within themselves.
And so they travel over millennia
like rivers flowing to the ocean
each bringing the soils of their lands
and the color of their skys melting
together into something new; never
before seen; never before imagined
this babe, this child of God, this child
of woman.
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