A century of speed, filters and fantasy;
lacks happiness, which was replaced by the fun
brought by entertainment…
Time constricted to contemplate your face,
with an empty mind, flooded with endless
false information and few reliable data,
running towards death as if it didn’t exist…
Time constricted to appreciate what is valuable and true,
with the gift of life in the here and now
that fades away in the informatic bubble,
in the persistent paradox
of dehumanized humans,
people who are what they are
and opt to live as if they weren’t…
We pretend to have an eternity that escapes us
and joy that we look for there, and anywhere,
where it cannot be found.
We need to be rescued
of the madness that besieges us,
we remain as we were once found,
like lost sheep without a shepherd…
The lights will shine, commerce will flourish,
some will rejoice, others will be saddened,
a few will contemplate your face, Jesus,
and will enjoy a joy
that goes beyond circumstances,
and will appreciate that you would leave your throne in glory
to share with us
this dimension placed in space
and time…
with our human nature in fullness
to save us from an inscapable sentence…
Beyond all the troubles of life,
the fears, the frustrations and pains,
nothing really matters when we stop
to contemplate the smile of a baby,
as it was once yours,
you, Jesus, fill us with hope…
The eternal joy of seeing your face in glory,
a face that was disfigured in a cross
to save us from a certain judgment…
That is the true joy
that should shine upon us this Christmas…
