It is Christmas Eve.
\nThe Christ Mass of birth.
\nThe hard nugget of purity
\nin each of us.
\nA life conceived in the same country
\nas ourselves.
\nChristmas Eve in the dank dark
\nof Viet Nam.
\nThe grassy gold Savannah of Africa,
\nthe brooding planet of the Taiga,
\nwith its two thousand leagues
\nthat wears out the heart of a journey.
\nAnd the celebration of a Jew\u2019s birth
\nwith the light of our humanity.<\/p>\n
A dream stronger than a pyramid,
\nThe nativity of the human family
\nand the myths that grow in our gardens.
\nHow warm the windows glow
\nin the darkness.
\nMy street in a continent of cities
\nbecoming in the dark
\nthe spirit of Christmas inside me.
\nI listen for the sound of waltzes,
\nbreathing,
\nraucous laughter,
\nand add another sky
\nresplendent with waves rocking the universe,
\nand our little brother
\nborn with nothing
\nbut his heart beating a song.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It is Christmas Eve. The Christ Mass of birth. The hard nugget of purity in each of us. A life conceived in the same country…<\/p>\n