| p29 | Life is consecrated. Just as life is pushed through the birth canal, removed from the belly of the great she of humanity, the mother of love, so the sacred is pushed through into the world, a miracle of skin and bone and the seed of the divine. Sacred. Can any newborn be denied its divine light? Its place among the gods? Its miraculous nature? What child sleeping, earthly angel, can fail to summon grateful response "to". A mother knows her gratitude is going out "to" even if she knows not where or what to call the "to" whom she addresses. Where and who matter not. The great "to" matters essentially. Gratitude "to" is a consecration. Gratitude "for" is on shaky ground. |