Christmas Post Pi

Background: Life of Pi

imagesI fell in love with Life of Pi (a fantasy adventure novel by Yann Martel published in 2001) when I read the book. I later saw the film twice. The imagery and special effects were Oscar-worthy, and I found the overall spirit mesmerizing. His dressed-up symbolic tale is amazing, but so is the basic story of his survival.

After reading the novel, I often thought about Pi’s question to the insurance agents.  They reject the story that uses symbolism, so Pi tells them what they want to hear. It is, after all, an incredible tale of human ingenuity and determination. As nearly as I can recall, Pi then asks them which story they prefer. One can make a choice; both are true. I kept thinking of these two versions of the same story in relation to the Christmas story.

I love all the symbolism in the Christmas story. However, in addition to pondering that images-2version, I also like to ponder the marvels of the basic version.

The following poem was written with full reverence for both ways to tell the Christmas story. I just felt the basic version, for reasons obvious in light of Pi’s question, gets too little attention. Considering what we know that Scripture writers and early carol-composers and artists didn’t know, it might even be the more amazing version. No doubt you’ve had these thoughts and pictured it this way. It’s your preference. It’s all true.

Christmas (Post Pi)

I picture him
another Jewish boy
born in pain
to another Jewish mother,
blood-birthed love-child
of another Jewish couple.

I see them holding him in turn
awed by tiny fists and lashes.
Their first born is a boy,
all features intact,
ten fingers, ten toes.
Praise God!

They wonder,
as parents do most everywhere,
what wisdom and what grace
will bless his years,
and who will he become?

He comes from them, from Earthget-attachment-1.aspx
no need to leap from heaven
if thought of as a floor above.
Divinity lives closer.

Absent are angelic hosts,
though eager ears will listen
for their Glorias.
No star defies celestial laws
to close the light years of its distance.
A supernova might have flashed,
but not remotely close
to Milky Way or Earth or Palestine.

And yet
the stars were present at his birth.
Stardust journeyed farther
than the kings to form this child:
millions of miles, billions of years.
They couldn’t have known.

They knew but this:
they had a helpless child
to feed and clothe and love
and groom to take his place
within a tribe oppressed
by Roman rule, but blessed
with favor by their God.

The rest is up to us.
We are the universe rejoicing
that Mystery became incarnate
in this child, in this way.
In him divinity has grown
to full awareness, and from his light
we’ll shape our lives in new awareness:
God lives and acts in us and in our world.
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O come, let us rejoice!

2 thoughts on “Christmas Post Pi

  1. Dear Terrishcj A very Happy and Joyful Christmas to you and the Ecospirituality Team. I enjoy the material you send me from time to time. I have used some of it in my reflection and prayer service. Thank You I’m Philomena Faria a Medical Mission Sister from Pakistan living in the city of Faisalabad. I’m a nurse-educator by profession.I had been teaching nurses for almost 30yrs but now I’m engaged in the formation process for our community. I have the opportunity of also teaching in the minor seminary in our Diocese too.   Pakistan has a long way to go regarding awareness of Ecospirituality. My community is very much aware and trying to integrate it in our spirituality and ministry. I want to thank you for your services. Sincerely Sr Philomena Faria 

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