Through a Glass, Darkly

This is the irrational season
When love blooms bright and wild.
Had Mary been filled with reason
There’d have been no room for the child. – Madeleine L’Engle

I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me for posting this more than once here, but it sums up the miracle of Christmas for me like nothing else. Plus, it’s shorter than yesterday’s entry, so you have to give me that, at least.