Dirt Walls

Hindsight
is
20
20.

Christmas Day is
the perfect time to
retrace to
the first walls
the dirt walls.

In November
I did not appreciate
or understand
the dirt
walls.

The lot was
just a hole.

A big hole
with dirt
walls.

Nothing special.
Nothing unique.
Nothing memorable.

Was Jesus born
within dirt
walls?

No place special?
No place unique?
No place memorable?

For days I drove out
to our lot
just to look
at this hole
and the
dirt walls
trying to understand
just how
this hole
became
and just what
this hole
would become.

It was hard to imagine

all of the plans we had
fitting into
that
hole.

It was hard to imagine

all of the plans we had
starting
here
amongst
dirt walls.

No place special
No place unique
No place memorable.

But in the last six weeks
that hole
that seemed

nothing special
nothing unique
nothing memorable

has become a
vessel
that
holds
Christmas,

something special
something unique
something memorable,

that can only
be appreciated
and understood
in
hindsight.