Her beatific countenance shone down upon us, bathing all in her love and warmth. Arms spread, her acceptance offered with no conditions. Her smile as open and inviting as a mother’s embrace.
A hymn of celebration filled the air, her exultant voice melding with the seraphim and cherubim. One song for the innocent and pure, for the lost and sick, for the faithful and the searching.
A celestial choir raising a joyful noise to the heavens, an orchestra of ethereal instruments accompanying their concert of rejoicing.
A child is born this night, a light for all the world to behold.