Blessed be he, 

who perceives Your 

stretch – 

Your immense, longing, seeking, burning

stretch 

across the entirety of universes 

he can never even imagine – 

in order to grasp his hand in 

Yours!

Oh, the gift of that amalgamation,

which is beyond his comprehension, 

but well within his reach, 

only because of Your immeasurable

stretch.

What more could a boy, or a girl, 

ever want for Christmas

than to feel the strength and enormity 

of Daddy’s grasp

enveloping tiny fingers 

with the only Love that lasts?