Now I can't remember which words I took these for, but I thought it wouldn't do any harm to pop them up on the ol' blog
It's time. Light is dawning.
I've always liked the first line of the second verse. The image of the universe straining at the seams to contain God incarnate.
In pulling right down into the detail, we find yet more beauty and interest. The delicate tracery that blurs into non-existence from afar.
Even in the mundane and things that we don't like there can be space for delight. Even we're not feeling delightful, we are delighted in.
We are works in progress. Some places you can see the scaffolding, some places right to the heart of the core structure. Still others are screened by the workman's barriers. Some places the outer finish is complete but the interior needs finishing.
And allow yourself to heal. Christmas is one of those times when things come to a head. When families are fractious and news is shared and it's easy to let the stress get to you and make you ill. Take the time to heal. The time to let hurts slip away.
Have an open heart. Don't declare yourself unworthy. Receive because you don't deserve. Can't deserve.
This is a very utilitarian building. All harling, glass and concrete. The shadows make it a canvas. That scene doesn't exist in 3D because of the distances and the perspective but it condenses onto the wall together.
Cinderella didn't show up in her carriage this year. She was a bit scary-looking and the carriage wound up on the lawn for months. That was a risk not worth taking again. Not all risks are like that.