Impossible is the insinuation;
Or, so goes the well packaged accusations.
Yet, still booms the revel of Christmas night.
Awakened by whispers.
Corrupted power structures are still rattled by the disturbance.
The coming disruptive Holiness
The embodiment of grace;
The righteous rule of Jesus Christ.
The first human breath;
the first human cry of God’s Revelation.
*An inverted photo of some Christmas craft my son created.