as the words of the Angel echo in her;
as Joseph has come back to her,
as God draws both of them after Him;
as a sign from heaven is given in the blessing of Elisabeth.
Mary and Joseph are still on the way:
Love glows at every jolt, rock and rut in the road,
at the limit of their strength.
There is no place in Bethlehem
but snares of the serpent lose their influence.
The Creator will become a baby, come what may:
So when the baby boy is born.
Mary will wrap him in nappies
Joseph will organise a manger and hay.
The smell of the animals and love for each other will fill the stable.
You and I are welcome to greet Him.