Breathing Jesus

Breathing Justice

The breath of the Holy Child of Bethlehem 

Breathes in me this night

The same breath that blows its cold

Across the city streets

And the people breathe wondering 

In their dreams 

Of loves and hates and hopes

And disillusionment

Seldom loving like The Child.

So much has been forgotten 

Of The Word the Child's Flesh breathed

Within us then

When so much love was given 

And woke us up to hope 

So warm the wind was then

That breathed among us

And fed the multitudes

Finally forgiven.

Justice breathed into the poor

The Prisoner,  the prostitute

The tax collector and the common fisherfolk;

The leper and the outcast

Breathed easy then

To know the Child

Loved them with the joy

Of Bread and Wine

What fun we had!

There were those who breathed

Murderous threats against the Child

Still his healing touch and teaching 

Breathed into the lives and lungs of

Those who still see his Star

Rising in the East

The plain the poor

The sin sick souls

With barely a breath left to breathe.

He breathed his last we're told

In the bleak mid winter of our

Worst fears and we all 

Lost all hope of ever hoping again.

Or are we still breathing that same breath

Tonight? The Child's heart

Still beating in mine?

That faith hope and love

Still alive  in this breath we breathe this night?

The Child is born in Bethlehem

To breathe in us again

Hoping to bring Peace this time to Bethlehem 

To all the Child sings Joy to the World

With no exception as forever to all

The Carols sing 

And the Silent Night now rests again

To dream to hope and to love

In every breath the Child in us now takes

And the wind blows in the city streets

Wondering if we dare to hope again.