born

a benediction of winter flakes

meanders slowly toward earth

and I think of Handel’s chorus

“for unto us”

and singing it with Tourins

and the sweet strings of the symphony

and the soprano melisma

moving in perfect and

gentle rhythm to the effortless

five note cadence

alighting on the e

like snow on a

branch

and all is suspended

for an eternal moment

of divine incarnation

see a mother hold her child

in that wild first moment of recognition

of the ocean depth of love

that echoes to the farthest reaches

of the universe