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"Carol of the Bells"

Christmas Eve 2008 at Northland Church in Longwood, Florida. Poem by Clare Sera It's time. Hushed, the frost of heaven. Twinkling, the eyes of God Roam. Search. It's time Love Love Drops like snowflakes Tenderly to touch our faces Restless to arrive In fullness. Gabriel, Go! My beloved is ready My perfect dove. It's time. Without hesitation Gabriel flies to earth Furrowed holy brow-- For whom does he seek? How will he know This favored one? A rush of wind as In pursuit he flies East A sea of faces West A throng of bodies Which one? Who? Where? Until One looks up And Gabriel is found He falters at her gaze Surely not this child How can she, so frail, so human, love enough to say-- Yes. Yes to God. Yes to Joy! Yes! Yes to submission Sacrifice Pain A path of tears A sword that pierces Choices that rend the human heart No to the world Yes to God Gabriel, struck by one so weak choosing grace to be strong Departed And all around her yes Mankind moves on, oblivious To the option Of Grace Of Yes Choosing Comfort Without Joy Spending time buying time Pressure hardened against Time All the while His eye still roams The angel still calls A holy wind rushes above us Do we hear it, Can we feel it Does your heart not pound Does it not burst With the call... Hail favored ones Look up Look up It's time It's time But how does a mere mortal say yes to God? How can one so weak be strong? How? How? GOD. WITH. US.