5)Seven Nativities by James Metelak

Seven Nativities

 

I.  Madonna with Child

 

When she looks into his little eyes

She sees the face of the accuser,

The face of her pain, rejection, judgement, and her abuser,

But when he smiles she also sees

The loving face of God.

 

II.  Christus Victor

 

What child is this descending from his billowing starship?
The Conquistador from across the sea,

An alien white face on a white horse

Bearing plague, spitting fire

He descends on the land

The people perish,
Face of a Roman father

Spreading terror

And then communion.

And eventually siring the divine mestiza.

 

III.  Incarnation

 

The first time she looked down at him,

She cried, when she saw his alien eyes.

Family said “Get rid of it,”

Saw in him only problem, disgrace, and pain,

Medical bills and defect,

She wandered in the mystery,

What’s wrong with him?

What’s wrong with me?

We struggle to understand

The divinity in imperfection.

 

IV.  The Annunciation

 

He came into a virgin womb;

She cried and tried to smile

And mask her shame.

 

Full of love and full of grace,

If they could only see her,

The divinity beyond her sexuality.

 

But like Augustine, they use her

Then discard her as vice and temptress.

 

V. Nativity

 

They call themselves the native sons,

The colonizer aliens,

Of course, there were earlier migrations.

To keep America great

We must keep out all Palestinians.

 

Here on the reservation or refugee camp, a baby is born

To be taken from its parents to be saved

At a boarding school, or in a foster family.

Son of God and son of man.

 

He will be crucified between the margins

Of the crossed staves of

Poverty and racist exclusion

But no one is listening, there is no one to hear his

“I am finished.”

And thus, we lose our salvation.

 

VI.  Immanuel

 

Jesus came to the US fleeing the Maras:

A Honduran wholesale murder of the innocents

Subsidized by the Empire’s glut for drugs and gangster presidents.

His F/father worked in construction.

Joseph and Mary were unable to get documents,

Deported twice, they then sent Jesus ahead:

Cages were prepared, then shelters,

But the locals said “not in our town”

And shut them down.

Too old for DACA, and born abroad,

He was unable to study officially, but learned

Drywall and Bible from his uncle.

One Sunday he walked up to the pulpit,

Started preaching, the deacons called security,

Asked for credentials, the cops got involved.

We deported God,

And his body lies in the shape of a cross

On the corner of a San Pedro Sula street.

 

VII. Orphaned God

 

We left you on the street

We left you in the system

We left you in the refugee camp

We left you at the border,

We left you, Imago Dei.

 

We searched far and wide for our saviour complex:

South Korea, Guatemala, Ethiopia, Kyrgyzstan,
We paid the bribes for an exotic baby

That fit our narrative.

 

But you, God, were too old.

You were too scarred.

Your nose was too big,

Your opinions, trauma, and defects too strong.

It didn’t seem like you would fit into our family.

 

So we offered you our bribes and tithes,

We built orphanages and group homes and juvenile facilities…

No nearer, please.

As innkeepers, we put you in the stable

Receiving God as animal,

For the Word to become flesh,

To keep it alive,

We must invite it to dwell among us

In homes and hearts.

 

 

*****

 James Metelak is a poet, activist, singer-songwriter, and photographer currently based in Colorado.  His 2 books of poetry are available on Amazon Kindle, his music is available on Bandcamp, and his photography is on Instagram. 

Day 2: The Union Forever by Stephen Carradini

The Union Forever, or Mostly The Third Verse of 'Hark! The Herald Angels Sing' for the 21st Century

We have never known the perfect union, 

the glory that Christ gladly left for us. 

Yet in the future we can rightly feel it, 

the perfect peace that our Prince sacrificed. 

He joined our rife divisions so that we could 

(Hallelujah!) share eternal union.

****

Stephen Carradini is a  researcher, teacher, and writer in Arizona.

5)Tidings by James Metelak

I’m starting to, believe the ocean’s much like you...

Comfort

Warmth

The deep inhales and exhales

The floodwaters rise and they recede

The planets align for a moment but again

Go their separate ways

The world is on fire, but then the desert blooms

And the Sequoias seed

The hurricanes come

And eventually someone comes to tow away the barge

On your lawn.

Diseases plague us

And then fade into the background

This too shall pass.

There is no cocoon or womb to hold us,

We like lighthouses against the storm,

Are battered, bruised, afraid, and frustrated

The news, bringing tidings of divisions and war

Rage, separations, and lockdown orders.

You too shall pass

And you hope it’s not the cough come to get you

But you feel the sting, why weren’t the others so lucky?

Emmanuel rings a little hollow

When you’re alone for five weeks

And you still can’t breathe normally;

Virtual realities become normalities and

And I miss hugs.

 

Saturn and Jupiter dance in the sky

But all our dancehalls are closed.

We brush up against so many

Who are feeling under the weather--

But when it rains, you can grab an umbrella

Or dance in it,

And when it snows you can build castles

Or cuddle up indoors.

Each year the hurricanes come,

And the important part is not how strong they are

But how we weather them

How we respond.

When the wave comes, you can duck under, jump over, 

Try to ride it or let it give you a twirl, but you

Can’t stop the waves from coming.

So if you find yourself isolated.

Alone.

Stressed.

Hurting.

Sure, reach out, fix what you can.

But take this time as an invitation…

And invitation to slow down, mourn, rest.

And invitation to write, to paint, to sing.

To write letters to the ones you’ve lost touch with.

To work on  those projects you’ve been thinking of doing.  

Or not.

Or find a front line and start fighting for people in need.

And to those of you who are fighting…

It’s okay.
It’s going to be okay.

This storm will pass.

A new year is coming,

And whether it is better or worse...

Is a decision that's yours to make.

The year is 2020,

And I have seen

Such sunrises and sunsets,

Love bursting through the seams, weddings whose joy

Could not be robbed by mask orders or social distancing

Or even being capped at 16.

I have seen people around the globe

Reaching out to those left without work and hungry

I have seen teachers whose love for their students shines through

The sometimes farce of online teaching

And doctors and nurses giving their lives,

Risking their lives

To try and save a few.

I have seen communities and friends who in love

Gather around each other

And others who in love maintain their distance.

We are navigating uncharted waters, I mean,

Theoretically, every flu season,

Our cough could kill someone,

But we as a species are wrestling with huge responsibility

And our responses are many, and varied

And we mostly try to do our best, and

Try to maintain our humanity.

 

It’s Christmas, and

If there’s a God,

I believe He is with us.

Laughing and crying with us.

In this.

In all of it.

I wish the religious folks got that because if they did

They wouldn’t need politicians to validate them

Nor would they feel threatened by those who don’t

See them.

The manger story is a story of a human race

Loved.

Seen.

Embraced in its entirety

“The hungry He has filled with good things.”

His favour rests on humanity

And His word is peace.

 

Believe me, I hear you

I see the Hondurans on their rooftops,

And the Armenians and Azerbaijanis at each other’s throats

I see the Uighurs and the Belarusians imprisoned and the racism

And the rapists acquitted and

The callousness and corruption of those in power.

I hear the conspiracy theories.

But there is still 

So

Much

Joy.

 

Feel free to re-celebrate Thanksgiving,

To go back and count your blessings.

Yes beloved, you have lost

And you are going to lose everything.

Every peak and valley eventually flatlines

Into the sea.

But it’s a wonderful life

And the views from those peaks!

And oh, the things we find in those valleys!

You can count it all as loss or try to analyze

The ups and downs and see which one comes out on top

But I think that misses the point of breathing.

So put up your lights.

Sing out loud.

Dance, even if it’s in your living room by yourself.

Play games.

Give thanks.

Write letters.

Make cookies.

Celebrate.

Taste and see.

Life is today.

Joy is today.

And joy is here. 

 

 

 

*****
James Metelak is a poet, activist, singer-songwriter, and photographer based in Central Asia.  His 2 books of poetry are available on Amazon Kindle, his music is available on Bandcamp, and his photography is on Instagram. 

10)Robert Best "Eat the Weak"

 

I saw a documentary on wolves,

In Yellowstone, reintroduced a few Decades ago.

They're doing well, it seems.

The winter's tough in Yellowstone, the grass

Is far below the snow, the hungry herd

Is easy meat as winter takes its toll.

 The wolf, of course, could not be less concerned

By how unfair the feeding frenzy seems

To prey hit hard by winter's frost who then

Cannot defend their sick and young but see

Them struggle, fall, to unrelenting jaws.

It's in their nature, born to eat the weak.

I saw a stat in a rag on the road

Up to Christmas. Paper said, a hundred,

Thirty five thousand young humans homeless

In time for Christmas. Highest number since

Two thousand seven. Just zero point two

Percent the British population, though.

Around the size of Newport or Colchester.

The wolf, of course, could not be less concerned.

An apex beast has fought for every piece

Of winter's banquet. Gorge upon success,

You've earnt the right to celebrate yourselves

And if another's young must freeze for yours To feed.

The parent should have been a wolf.

*****

Robert Best works in IT and lives in Wales. He loves running about in the hills, archaic stick sports, and traditional folk music. At some point he may actually finish one of the many novels he's started but until then you'll struggle to access any of his artistic outlets unless you make a habit of checking out the folk clubs in South Wales.

5)Carli Lewis "Labour of Love"

Carli Lewis is an artist, designer, and musician from Ponca City, Oklahoma, currently based in Kiev, Ukraine.

Design: http://www.carlilewis.com/portfolio/

Music: http://carlilewis.bandcamp.com/releases

3)Stephen Carradini "The Eighth Christmas"

The Eighth Christmas

Or, The Text of a Children’s Book 
Concerning the Eighth Birthday of Yeshua Bar-Joseph

Mary dancing in the foyer.

Joseph turning wood.

Sisters chirping “miracles” while

James takes in the mood.

Jude is singing in the bathroom,

Neighbors bringing food.

Aunties hugging everyone, and

Uncles say “he could

grow up to be a carpenter,

working for his father.”

“Maybe take up fishing,

and then go out with his brother.”

“I hope he won’t take taxes and

shame his humble mother.”

“I pray he joins a rabbi.

Maybe Hillel, or another.

Or maybe something else, I guess,

he’s still got some boyhood.”

“Maybe Mary’s right.” “What’s that?”

“Messiah.” “Ah, she would.”

Stephen Carradini teaches, researches, reviews music, writes poetry, and sings in Arizona.

 

2)Kyleigh Dunn "God in Flesh"

This is my body, broken for you.
His slippery flesh bursts from the womb
Her anguished cries that had pierced the night
Now echo in lungs of the one true Light.

This, This is Christ the King
Joining the sorrow of the suffering
The infant crowned
Blood and sweat on the dust of the ground.

This is my blood, shed for you.
Hers was spilled, bringing Him here,
His poured out rebirthing her soul
Torn apart, making wounded whole.

This, This is Christ the King
Yet arms ‘round their innocents cling.
To earth descends, not sterile creche,
God has come, and in the flesh.

Kyleigh Dunn resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two toddler daughters, where she spends her time reading stories, dancing in the kitchen, and sneaking in blogging and music when she can.

Check her Blog: www.thesojourningdunns.wordpress.com
Or check out her book The Christian Musician on Amazon.