The messenger has arrived, whose name is her function: good news folded out of prayer, and instead of a cross, nailed between Heaven and Earth, wings to carry a prayer into the light and, by so flying forth, to bring news back.
That is the wisdom we celebrate every day on this Earth and make, on this day, into memory, which is to say we mind it and by minding mend what is broken by giving it hope from what has come before. We are at the still point of the turning world.
Such simple gestures make the hands into flight. Unlike the flight of birds it is flight that never flits off, because it is already here. Give praise this day for the birth that has been coming these nine months long. Everything is new again. Nothing has left us. Be blessed. Merry Christmas!