After Christmas

After Christmas brings a quiet journey away from frankincense and gold, and onto a resolve for myrrh. Then we stop our March, look into April's early eyes, assemble a parade, and beat the banter from our hollowed chests. Here comes our donkey-saddled Savior! But until that river of blood flows again through my heart's liturgy, I will count the cost, keep on the light, and relish with Mary at the feet of my dear Jesus as he turns his face toward Jerusalem.