The Night You Were Born

Thank You for the night You were born, because in the prison of that tiny mortal body, all of eternity was compressed.

Thank You for the evening You died, because Your infinite divinity stepped into the black hole of human weakness and death.

But above all, thank You for the morning You rose again. There, inside that tomb, You overturned every law of the universe, especially the ones that accused and condemned me. In that single point rests the whole of my hope, my convictions, and my every argument.

Thank You that I no longer need to see in order to believe. Nothing my eyes can take in will ever be more real than the scene I have tried a thousand times to imagine: light everywhere, linens slipping to the ground, and Your hands folding the shroud. Somehow, the radiance inside that cave still reaches me, even after all these centuries.

You are the only light that truly illuminates. The only bread that satisfies. The only water that refreshes from within. The only Way I want to travel. The only Truth I accept. The only Life worth living.