The Gift of the Magi

Make me a star dear Lord

A bright, shining incandescence

Set against the malignant darkness.

Remove all hatred from my heart

That I may become a vessel of peace.

That I may see my enemies

Not as monsters to be slain,

But as victims to be rescued.

May I be filled with a holy love,

The kind that forgives as you forgive,

Even when nailed to a tree.

May my light be impossible to miss

That all I pass, or who pass by me,

Might stop…

See…

Think…

Wonder…

Confess…

And Follow my gaze to you.

May my luminous words and actions

provoke such irresistible curiosity

That people will have no choice

But to put on sunglasses,

The magic kind that reveals

The world you desire,

Where swords become plowshares,

Spears, pruning hooks,

Where hate is swallowed up in love

And dread dissolved in hope.

Where enemies become brothers,

And the whole Earth finds salvation.

Yes.

Make me a star dear Lord

A bright shining incandescence

Set against the malignant darkness.

Under Christ’s Mercy,

Brent