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