Christmas eve - the vigil of Christmas - and we celebrated beautifully here at St. Mary's (go to the other Susan, CSJP for stories and photos). I remembered a poem I wrote on this night many years ago, and while it doesn't quite fit our current weather (snow moving into slush), it does, I hope, fit the mystery and splendor of this night.
Vigil of Christmas
Thick clouds and rain.
When I come out of your house in the valley
the edges of the hills around are golden
a town of golden houses above us.
As we stand in the rain in the dark
three gulls beat into the sunlight, their wings
flashing white and gold,
a message from whom we cannot imagine,
a letter from a lover almost forgotten,
the whole earth glowing.