Poem: “Work of Christmas Begins” by Howard Thurman

When the song of the angels is stilled, 

 when the star in the sky is gone, 

 when kings and princes are home, 

 when the shepherds are back with the flocks, 

 then the work of Christmas begins: 

     to find the lost, to heal those broken in spirit, to feed the hungry, to release the oppressed, 

     to rebuild the nations, to bring peace among all peoples, to make a little music with the heart …  

And to radiate the Light of Christ, every day, in every way, in all that we do, and in all that we say. 

Then the work of Christmas begins.