I woke up this morning reflecting on the poetry that first awakened my love of language. In the garden next door a burst of christmas lights pierce the darkness, slowly making way for the pink dawn skies. Last night I was talking to a friend about faith and how at so many points in my life I’ve had to throw intellectual caution to the wind in the face of the beautifully inexplicable. It must have been this conversation that reminded me of what Goethe said, “All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green.” I first read this when I started learning German in 2009 and can clearly remember locking it away in my heart. To me it also echoes what Camus said, “In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” Just as the sun faithfully rises with light and warmth, God’s love, truth and joy have time and again flooded the darkest nights of my soul with light and the promise of a new start – this is perhaps the greatest miracle I have known.