Poem: Epiphany on Moreland Street

Epiphany on Moreland Street


In the light of the night

they lay unceremoniously discarded by the roadside

conifers cast aside with

season's cheer and a chill in the air


and as I drove past

the only guide, a set of headlights

I wondered- when does room at the inn run out?

what price must be paid for new life?


And there in rings as bright as day

like stars traced out across the sky

the stumps answered in

a chilled chorus of Hallelujah:


Keep your gifts.

It takes a life.

To make a manger…

to take the journey.


By Sister Colleen Gibson, CSJ