A human life delivered
extraordinarily into the ordinary.
A curious entrance.
Like a single grain of silica on a sandy shore.
Familiar yet undistinguished.
Unremarkable but unmistakable.
God — we anticipated more, really.
A powerful show.
A victor’s parade.
You know we love celebrity.
We wanted to cheer and party and flaunt.
This is about us, isn’t it?
No doubt, we resist your directing this cosmic drama.
Right from the start we sabotaged the script.
Act one was a diabolical mess.
But this show must go on — You promised.
So You opened Act Two with your Son, wrapped in humility’s cloak.
Crowded out of comfort, He greeted his world with wordless screams.
An omnipotent, infant voice at which beast and brush shiver with joyful resonance.
Parental eyes, innocent and expectant, lock upon divinity’s gaze.
So ordinary, normal, loud, and messy — like them.
Another grain of sand on the beach of humanity?
Read the script.
This child is living, breathing prophecy.
The Word who word fulfilled.
Our story’s Hero.
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