It was cloudy after sunset where I live,
and so I could not see with my own eyes
the much-anticipated lights in the sky.
But others, some very far away, could see.
They witnessed those points of brilliance in the southwestern sky,
and their telling reminds me, O God:
that the light shines in the darkness
whether or not I can perceive it;
that there is more radiance in the world
than what appears from my viewpoint;
that sometimes we must rely on the assurance
of a voice you trust who says
“I have seen the light,
and it is real.”
Most of the world missed the child in the manger.
That doesn’t mean he was not born,
but rather only that your presence in the world
does not depend on our capacity to spot you.
Our clouded vision never stopped you from
showing up right before our eyes.
showing up right before our eyes.
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