I sat upon a sand dune

In August’s noontide heat;

I watched the bathers in the sea,

I saw the full-blown wheat;

And gently, as I sat there,

I felt the Christ so near,

I knew that Christmas wasn’t something

A single day each year.


Right then, without the carols,

The presents, or the tree,

The Christ-idea dawned in my thought

As clearly as could be.

I felt the warmth of  “God is Love”—

His care embracing me;

The firmness of the rock of Truth,

Upholding, strong and free.


O Christ, within each consciousness,

Help us to feel each day

That Christmas is a “happening”

As we watch, and love, and pray.



Jill Gooding