Epiphets

As the epiphets about new years, new resolutions, new resolve clamour and ring loud, ring hollow, the feast of the Holy Family sits quietly, humbly amidst it all. There is a father, silent, stoic, efficacious, powerful in his humility. There is a mother, contemplative, patient, virtuous beyond understanding, aligned with the ineffable will of her son. And he, the Incarnation. Somehow obedient, somehow eternal. Humbling himself to 'take the form of a servant.' Let the world clamour, cry out, fuss and feud. Let the dead bury the dead.