And the child was come, the child that was God, the God that became child, and time itself stood still in its passing to mark the wonder of that coming!
The clouds ceased their onward sailing and crowded in piles of white and blue and gray softness, to marvel at the child's first smile. The heavens rained down blossoms of white and red and golden and blue lotuses.
The mountains gave forth a great cry of joy, as they in gladness met.
The rivers heaved their billowy crests and chanted hymns of praise to Him, who was to make holy again their waters.
The earth throbbed and thrilled as the streams of holy Love shot through all her body, swelling her breast with new life and feeding all that was living and moving within the recesses of her bowels, and clothing with great beauty that which lived upon her bosom.
The roots of growing things grasped with a firmer hold her sides, and her loved creatures, those that walked and those that crept upon her surface, nestled once more, as of yore, when all the world was holy, against her freshened and strengthened body with new affection and faithfulness, and her great heart uttered a mighty thanksgiving to Him who had heard her appeal and succored her.
The seeds that were in her mouth burst into rooting, the roots into sprouting, and the budding trees, that graced her brow, into glad blossoms.
And the trees that were in blossom bore ripe fruit in the hour of His coming.
And all those that hungered were fed.
The cows, big with young, dropped their calves, and their bags were full unto bursting for all that came to take sustenance therefrom.