At Hand
Imagine
Steve
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,
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