If nothing is impossible
with God, what can be trusted?
The sun may lose its grip on heaven,
fall helpless to the ocean,
sink or set the world aflame,
melting its willing, molten heart.
Birds of prey may sing lullabies
understood by fools and babies –
but not by the wise and cynical –
in a conspiracy of kinds.
God may labour to become a child
born of laughable mercy,
conceived in the creatively
impossible, aching love of God.
#PreparingforSundaywithpoetry, Advent IV edition. Luke 1:37

“The creatively impossible, aching Love of God.”
This whole writing is just so poetically beautiful.
Thank you 🙏🏽