Death and Taxes

Life's too short for death and taxes. It's time we coddled up our poor synapses and ushered in the new regime of joyful revelry. A state that, in the blinking of an eye, transforms you, me and eternity into the idyllic garden it was always meant to be. It's not a feat of wishful thinking, more a re-engagement with the heart that lay beating at the start of it all. Father with Son, Spirit intertwined, showering the cosmos with sparks too vivid, too fantastic to behold, too gigantic to hold with tiny mortal hands. And yet, mortal hands did and mortal feet walked and mortal heart burst, with sacrificial blood and never failing love, and mortal voice talked the eternal truth too startling, too jarring to think: that a God so big could stoop so low and scoop away the dross with one resounding blow. The lamb was slain, so life and love and humankind could finally start again...