The miracle is not that God
(or whatever eternal forces
conspire to take the form
of your granddaughter Sophie)
sent you a Valentine’s card.
The miracle is that God,
even now,
trembles on tenterhooks,
awaiting your response.
The miracle is not that God
(or whatever eternal forces
conspire to take the form
of your granddaughter Sophie)
sent you a Valentine’s card.
The miracle is that God,
even now,
trembles on tenterhooks,
awaiting your response.