Great seems too small a word to hold the weight
Of totality, too small to carry
This coronation of glorious fate
Where heaven entered the ordinary.

Light took the form of a coronal crown,
Resurrected the servant king from dead
Of night, stars like angels singing around,
To place glory upon his lunar head.

Oh, but where do we look, what language speaks
Of total, of whole, and celestial things?
Was it glimpsed there on my son's smiling cheeks
While we stood watching as guests of the king?

I find it written in eternity:
The Word born in flesh, the Totality.