It was Christmas Eve.
Snow lay all about –
The night sky dark, black,
yet filled with pinpoints of light.
I was on the steps, on
the threshold of our parish church
Going to Midnight Mass …
I looked up.
Just then, a comet streaked overhead,
its tail long, crossing the heavens,
bright and beautiful.
And in my child-heart,
and to my Child-God,
I gave great Christmas thanks –
“You did it just for me!”
My words deep within.
The following Christmas Eve,
snowy expectations all around,
the night sky darkened –
those everlasting stars
were bound to break through.
Returning to Midnight Mass a year older,
I mounted the same church steps,
again crossing the threshold.
With the heart of a child
and to the God who would be Child,
I asked, “Do it again, just for me!”
A comet, great and true,
streaked-blazed overhead –
tail bright and signing the heavens,
long-laughing-singing awesome.
“Thank you, God!” from the child deep within.
“Thank you for doing it again, for coming
Just for me!”
“Ask and it shall be added unto you.” Jesus
A childhood memory of Fr. Bob Wild as told to Scott Eagan from Vol.68 No.10 publication of RESTORATION
Used with permission
www.madonnahouse.org/restoration