You who walk above the snow,
You who upon touching the stars
make them turn pale with beauty;
You who move the world so gently,
now that the night is so pure
and the star shines in the East,
You are Child turned fragrance,
love, grace and tenderness.
There is joy in heaven,
in the seas, in the earth and in the air.
In the heavens vibrate the joy
and the feast crackles under the snow.
The Mother abandoned with ineffable sweetness
in a bed of straw and dry grass,
lost in a pure and serene gaze.
The oxen and the donkeys of the entire earth
intone a festival of dances and songs
that will last until dawn.
In every corner of the earth
where a Guide breathes
there goes the blue star slicing the outer space
carrying a chest of incense,
an ounce of gold
and a bag laden with Love and Peace.
Merry Christmas
Ignacio Larrañaga
Christmas 2005
Exracted from Circular Letter No. 20
