19 May 2019

 
Rejoice
We are fearfully and wonderfully made, a singular reality,
Wrapped in skin and silks, destined for eternity.           

Will some hero-saint come soon in the new millennium, open our tired eyes and lead us back to         Christmas?  With tome or poem, will he peal away the cataract of presumptuous human analytics so the carols we sing will overwhelm us  again with their confident and stunning convolution of the fancy and the reality of the Nativity?
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The faith of Christians sees through a grim molecular world without meaning or hope and,
sings to the Lord a new song,
   tells his glory among the nations,
and among all peoples recites his wondrous deeds.