The holy mystery of Christmas is not hidden. It shouts in the streets like a vendor and blocks
the highway like a barricade. It’s the crazy unexplainable that flashes with bright
clarity for a second and collapses in the warm arms of hope that yearn for home. It’s the
beauty of heaven that falls with profound awe that you can’t shake—the blinding light
that seeps through the cracks of your perfectly sealed door after it’s slammed shut.
It’s that relentless gnawing, knowing that whispers, “Maybe, just maybe.”
©️Bonnie Saul Wilks