Live with a miracle for long enough and wonder fades. The heavy weight of awe and marvel that I felt as, sweaty-palmed, I gazed up at the angel from the floor faded in time. Although I pondered long at puzzling words for many anxious nights— This child will be the Son of God. He’ll reign for endless years. He’ll be a glorious light
Beautiful.
Merry Christmas, Sarah! I love your poetry.