Our souls are caves, damp, dark, and dingy.
In the smelly stables of our souls,
we house our own mice and spiders and crawly things.
Yet, Jesus, as in days of old,
still chooses such unlikely caves
in which to become incarnate.
Into the sacred silence of our souls
He wishes to birth himself again.
Enfleshed once more in our humanness
Taking on our human limitations
of littleness, simplicity, and childlikeness,
He craves to be cradled and crooned to again
by human hands and human voices.
Come, Lord Jesus,
Come into the dark caves of our souls.
Be born again in our limitedness.
Shine through us, O Lord,
Into this dark world of ours.
Light up the spaces of our souls
once more that we may be
the stars that lead to new Bethlehems.
Reprinted from the KAPATIRAN, December 2006