He stares at the baby,
tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
When he lost his voice he wondered,
now his wonder is of another kind.
He may wonder in the future whether
the impossible is really possible,
but not now, for now his heart,
his mind, his soul and spirit
are full to bursting with faith and praise.
So full that before he knows it
his voice has returned,
and the words spill out.
‘God is tender and kind,
and his mercy flows
like rivers of joy.
The unquenchable light of heaven
is rising now upon us,
as we sit in our prisons and dark corners,
his new dawn bursting upon us
with life and guidance and peace.
And hope, like this child,
is born in us again today.’
Luke 1 v 78-79