the words just keep returning to my mind…
Make ready for the Christ
Sets free the song of everlasting glory
That now sleeps,
in your paper flesh,
That power within us? How can it be? What can it mean? How do we live if we truly believe such a blessed absurdity?
In every small moment of celebration, I find myself also anticipating a new awareness, a new explosion, of what already is — still hidden — but already is. peace