A Father’s Questions How can this be? It seems as if he gives out light. Can this be mine – is he the child that’s just been born? I find it hard to understand So I ask the animals – did you see what happened? Why has the darkness disappeared? What is this strange new light? Has someone come to visit here while I was fast asleep? Perhaps I’m still asleep, perhaps I’ll never know the reason why a simple carpenter dreaming on imagined angels flying down with this new baby, first born son… in the dark before I wake wondering what a father is, then woken by a feather touch. What is a father? I don’t know everything seems so long ago. Of course, he’s ours and they are gone, leaving us – sleeping wife and confused old man – with our brand-new shining child. Not much seems to have been written about Joseph. Nor, come to think of it, the feelings of any new father, presented with – even confronted by – hi