A post on Christmas

I found this poem (This God, Gerard Kelly) pretty touching. To me it captures, clarifies and cuts through the essence of the Christmas spirit. It describes the God who invites us into His story by stepping into ours.

This God,
Who watches worlds,
Sees my heart.
This careful calculator,
Counting countless millions,
Counts me in.

This artist,
Whose canvas outstretches
Eternity at both ends;
Whose palette out-colours planets,
Paints my portrait.

This love,
Who dreams in universes,
Dreams of me.

This creator,
Whose breadth of vision spans time
And spawns a cosmos;
Whose woven tapestry of purpose,
More compound than chaos,
Eclipsing complexity,
Rolls out like a highway through history;
Whose heartbeat deafens supernovas:
This perfect parent
Kisses me.

This playwright,
Playing with the deaths and entrances of stars;
Scripting the end from the beginning;
Knowing the purpose of the play,
Watches my feeble audition,
And writes me in.

This is hope. This is true. This is Christmas. This is for us all.