I Come Like A Baby

Luke 2:12- “This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in clothes and lying in a manger.”

I come like a baby

small, meek,

gentle as the first breath of dawn.

Everyone wants Me to arrive so big,

thundering, blazing,

with the weight of the world in My hands.

But that is not My way.

The fullness of who I am

has always begun in littleness,

Love bending low,

revealing Ourselves

not in the loud,

but in the rest;

In the stillness of a manger.

I am like Child.

This is the mystery that remakes the world.

Before the mountains learned their shape

before the oceans breathed their first swell,

before time unrolled its endless ribbon,

the stars were sung into being;

They glitter not in strength,

but in wonder;

Their light remembers the beginning,

how We chose simplicity

over spectacle.

A manger-rough and common,

held the Infinite that night.

Heaven itself curled inward,

like a newborn sleeping,

showing once again

the only doorway

into the heart of God:

is childlikeness.

I have always come like child.

I have always come near.

I come in the small,

I have always come.

For I have always come

as the One who is in you,

and the One in whom you live.

Fullness…

not the far off thundering,

but the heart to heart,

Life within your life.

so that you may finally see

that greatness

was never the point.

Union was.

And in the quiets glow of starlight,

you remember:

the Fullness of who I am

was in the beginning,

it was little,

it was small,

in the mangered heart

that makes room

for Child.