our kin beyond all ken

Of all stories my heart has heard and sung I most cherish one. The one creating heavens and earth, the one hiding in plain view, the one within, our kin beyond all ken, born as a human, borning even now. This one floods our hearts with joy, even in our sadness. For what is sadness but the weight of the world, a weight released when opening to the radiance of the birthing of the one. The unborn has become the born. The light dispels the dark. Once again. And forever.