Come with me
and see
the babe, newborn . . .
waiting, in a stable,
on this Christmas morn.
The journey isn't far,
yet you cannot measure
distance by the year,
for the travel
will reveal
to you the new idea.
And the door to the stable awaits,
always ajar.
And the babe is always near.
Turn your back
on the thought that you are mortal.
Take a step in a new direction:
to the truth that you
are God's reflection.
Take the sandals from your feet.
Stand unshod
upon this holy ground.
You will have found
yourself at the portal
of the Christ.
Then, greet
this new appearing, with humility,
and bow down (yield) to this power.
For now is the natal hour.
Now is the new birth
arousing the world to new life—
spiritual life—
here . . .
on earth.
