At Hand

Imagine
Peace in our time.
Imagine
Love without borders.
Imagine
Broken bits healed.
Imagine
Delighting in difference.
Imagine
Communion, holy union.
Imagine
God dwelling among us.
Imagine
Plows over swords.
Imagine
Redemption the norm.
Imagine
Grace superseding.
Imagine
On earth, as in heaven.

Hope seeks only permission.
Hear the knock? Clear the path.
From imagine, expect. From expect, demand.

The dream of God, as near as our hands.
Imagine

This poem, which I share with you as a gift on this Christmas Day, was written by an old friend, the Rev. H. Mark Smith.  During the early part of the last decade, Mark and I were one of the lay teams that led morning prayer at Trinity Church Copley Square in Boston.  Mark is now a vocational deacon in the Episcopal Church.

With the prayer that you experience the love and joy of the new born Jesus, the risen Christ, this Christmas day,

Yours faithfully,

Steve

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