i hate christmas,
the false pressure.
the fake light
demanding superficial lightness of being,
the feeling of Christmassy,
what the fuck does that mean….
depictions of happy families,
how does that speak to the darkness of these days?
into to the bleakness,
the lostness, the heartbreak?
Year after year we mask pressure, accrue debt,
year after year we proclaim triumph
as we tell the story of a poor born refugee
fleeing for his life…
what has tinsel to do with this story?
what do baubles say to me
as I seek light in the darkness,
true light on the deepest night,
while in the southern hemisphere fires rage
choking the skies…
where is Christmas here,
only in brokenness
will true light shine,
only in darkness the spark discencerned
the skies cleared….
love came for this
can we return to love today,
away from Christmassy to Christ- given
Christ-mass, love broken open