Mystery envelope

May we find enough space in our constriction,

enough trust within our  great fear,

to enter a season where  mystery may envelope us.

 

As this frustrates our truths,

as we fight to grasp  scraps of certainty,

may mystery still find its way in.

 

In a search for answers,

in the work towards finished products,

completed projects and crossed finish lines,

may there always be something undone and unnamed:

an empty seat, a Jesus-less manger, an unbooked hour.

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