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House of the Nativity
This home is bigger on the inside.
My dear friend Peggy hosts an annual Bard Party, where friends share food and beer and stories, songs, jokes and poems. Everyone who comes brings a little something to share, and we all sing Christmas carols to celebrate Christ’s birth. Her home is always warm and welcoming, and beautiful – filled with icons and works of art and family treasures and old books. It seems small, until you enjoy the company of fifty or more there.
Every year this tradition grows richer, as the family of one woman who “worships thus,” and the lucky friends who’ve learned from her example expand to fill many happy homes where Christ is welcomed.
I thank another friend, Ellen, for pointing out that a doorway and a moment of wonder, or enchantment, have the word ‘entrance’ in common. This house – and all homes with the Nativity in common – must surely have such a door.
House of the Nativity
Once there was a little house
with a world inside.
Seas and stars and saints were there,
and hearts opened wide.
Generations wove within
fabric course and rare.
History and hope conspired,
music filled the air.
Welcomed in His infancy,
Christ received the praise
of a hospitality
nurtured here all ways.
Time here folds upon itself.
Children’s children dance.
First, a woman worshipped thus.
Now, the rooms entrance.
Christ, you make the old ways new,
fill us with fresh bliss.
May hearts here reborn resound
in such homes as this.
All the poems are now in one volume, and I’d love for you to have a copy! Click on the cover to buy it, and click here for the recordings of all the poems.
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