Happy Holidays!

First, let me start with a humble thank you for all of your support and kindness with my announcement last week. You're kind words filled me with a joy and excitement I can't really express. I am excited for the series release in 2012, and excited to keep all of you in the loop through this adventure.

But all of that is for a different post.

Today, I wanted to take a moment and share on of my favorite Christmas poems of all time.

I first found this when I was researching various poems for use on my Christmas card several years ago. I shared with my mom, who also used it for her holiday newsletter. Since that time, this poem has been reprinted in books, cards, stationary and countless other ways.

And now I am sharing it with you:

by Maya Angelou

Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.
Flood waters await us in our avenues.

Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche
Over unprotected villages.
The sky slips low and grey and threatening.

We question ourselves.
What have we done to so affront nature?
We worry God.
Are you there? Are you there really?
Does the covenant you made with us still hold?

Into this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters,
Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope
And singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.
The world is encouraged to come away from rancor,
Come the way of friendship.

It is the Glad Season.
Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner.
Flood waters recede into memory.
Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us
As we make our way to higher ground.

Hope is born again in the faces of children
It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets.
Hope spreads around the earth. Brightening all things,
Even hate which crouches breeding in dark corridors.

In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
We hear a sweetness.
The word is Peace.
It is loud now. It is louder.
Louder than the explosion of bombs.

We tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by its presence.
It is what we have hungered for.
Not just the absence of war. But, true Peace.
A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.
Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas.
We beckon this good season to wait a while with us.
We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.

Come and fill us and our world with your majesty.
We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian,
implore you to stay awhile with us
so we may learn by your shimmering light
how to look beyond complexion and see community.

It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time.
On this platform of peace, we can create a language
to translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.
At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ

Into the great religions of the world.
We jubilate the precious advent of trust.
We shout with glorious tongues the coming of hope.
All the earth’s tribes loosen their voices to celebrate the promise of

We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.

We look at our world and speak the word aloud.

We look at each other, then into ourselves,
And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation:

Peace, My Brother.
Peace, My Sister.
Peace, My Soul.

I wish you all a blessed holiday season, and a joyous, peace-filled New Year! 

I will be back all week sharing some of my favorite holiday things. What are you doing to end 2011?


  1. Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing it. I'm off work for 2 weeks. Yah! I'll be home till Friday when we leave to see family. Happy Holidays!

  2. Great poem, Christine!

    I'll be trying to finish off the planning for my new project before the end of the year. I want to start on my first draft once the kids go back to school.

  3. Thanks for sharing this poem! For the rest of the year, I'm going to be reading and relaxing. :)

  4. My emotions swelled and fell like the push and pull of the tides as I read that poem.

    If such a peac could truly be obtained...

    For the rest of 2011, I shall continue to love my chipmunk with my whole heart, write and read. I pray that is the way I ring in 2012 as well.

  5. How beautiful! And many congrats on publishing. Looking forward to that digital!

  6. What a lovely poem, Christine. So touching and so wise. Thank you for sharing it!

  7. Thank you for sharing the poem. Merry Christmas!


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