Listen and Look

Is it all sewn up, my life?
Or is it so predictable—
so orderly, neat, well-arranged, right—
that I don't have the time or space
for listening for the rustle of angels' wings
or running to the stable to see a baby?
Could this be what he meant when he said
Listen, those who have ears to hear...
Look, those who have eyes to see?
O God, give me the humility of the shepherds
who saw in the cold December darkness
the coming of Light; the advent of Love!

~ Anne Weem