Luke 2:8-15
The call goes out across the landscape,
The song is being sung across the hillside,
It rings in the air, sweeps down streets, brushes the surface of rivers, ripples through the fields.
The cry must be heard, it cannot be ignored.
So many voices, so many colours, so many tones, so many rhythms.
The voices of all nations woven in melody that recalls all cultures.
Like the seas no longer flood the earth,
Like the lands have rejoined as one,
Like the tunes of all people woven together in the song of the divine.
The dance begins amongst the rocky passes, following the herds to reach the plains and shelters.
It skips through the city and on into the night.
Shaking the earth with its raw cry of justice and peace, it’s desperate descant cutting through centuries of abuse and war.
Turn your heads toward the highest place, to the one who began it all.
Hear the call of the ages, hear the call of the creator, hear the call of the re-creator, hear the call of shalom.
Run
Kneel
Love
Peace
PICTURA POESIS 