Extend your view
beyond the cosmos, and time;
open your eyes
to reality as paradox;
restore your sight
of glorious True Life;
you cannot.
You must allow
Love himself to reconcile
vison.

I have been reading the Lukan birth narrative. It hit me with a sort of overwhelming and beautiful weight, what lies at the core of this story: love and joy. Not just singularly, or isolated, not just personally (though they do play out there), but in an invasive, …