Breathe. That’s what I hear. Breathe. What time is it? December? Time to wrap and shop and write and stamp and buy and bake and remember. Remember. Remember the night. The mother’s howl. The Baby’s cry. The smell of hay.
“When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to