December 19, 2025

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Reader: With the birth of our Savior, an untouchable love arrives for all

In the hush of winter’s longest night, a star remembers what we forget—that love arrived not as thunder but as breath in straw, as pulse in the dark.

The light we string on trees is memory made visible: how the infinite once folded itself small, chose the narrow gate of being born, the poverty of form.

Every gift we wrap in silver paper whispers the secret—that love descends, that what is holy kneels.

Love arrived without noise, wrapped in the poverty of breath. The Infinite learned our smallness, and did not despise it.

In a manger of quiet consent, He rested where fear dissolves. No hands were clenched—only given.

Tonight, eternity leans close, and love becomes touchable.

- Kirth N. Roach | Order of Carmelite Discalced Secular, Indianapolis

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