My friend and colleague, Vinita Hampton Wright, shared some of her Christmas poems with me and I was so taken with this one that I asked her permission to share it with you:
Later I will choose ornaments
and dig out the holiday tea towels.
But now the cross is carried aloft from the nave
to the font to the table to its place near the lectern,
and we sing words almost too old for connection.
The vestments are shot through with greens and purples;
the cup and candlesticks glimmer. Such tones ring
uncomfortably deep, into memories bright and dark,
into twists of theology and the crowded dreams
of a conflicted race —- that’s us,
hoping for heaven while the cookies bake,
praying our rosaries of unraveled lights and bells.