Annunciation to Joseph Steady, old boy. You can believe your eyes. Admit it. This is not unfamiliar, this mystic hope that shimmered in the shadows that day as the sawdust settled under your restless feet. You can believe what her ears heard, what she told you, how the messenger revealed the mystery’s shape hidden within her innate devotion. You can do this. The raw material of your trust is seasoned, solid, ready for your skilled hands to make something useful, something beautiful. Construct it with her grace as cornerstone. Together make room for the child whose keeping is your heart’s unnamed desire.