a tuning of “Light the Way,” 1991
There is a sound the silent night keeps, low under the hush, where the deep listening sleeps. Even the deaf can hear it. Even the lost draw near it. It is the sound of gladness the carols are after, which is only the sound of God’s own heart, beating its one long syllable of Love through every vein, through laughter, through the dark and the dawn and the space in between, through the seen, and the felt, and the not-yet-seen. It feeds us, quiet as daily bread. We barely notice we are being led to warm, to wake, to rise and shine, each of us a small lit window in one enormous house of light. So who is this child, born and laid so low, that the carols and the candles know? No stranger. No distant king. The Light already within us, the near and forgiving thing, the spark that says, gently, begin — born again in everyone who chooses, today, to let it in. Rob Chavez June 9 2026 © Rob Chavez. All Rights Reserved.