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listen you weary busy and numb and frustrated the tinsel and inflatable Santas tire your soul the flickering lights are cold like LED and the emptiness of your heart is weighing heavy searching for wonderful this time of the year I know oh, I know in this long winter this dark, dark night at the moment when despair begins to choke us a beam of light constellations are singing as a woman cries out and in a muck of blood and fluids a Baby with hardly any hair, no teeth, uncoordinated limbs skin and flesh and bone human yet - miracle of miracles - the light of Divinity I wonder how Mary dared to touch Him and the Light in that stable shines down through the ages to you He can take your life of dark moment followed by dark moment and spill His blood into your dead and decaying soul to bring life and hope and light to transform your everyday.

I just wanted to share this because I think it's so beautiful... It may be familiar but it is so full of hope, it is worth sharing anyway. It is written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow during the war, shortly after his second wife died suddenly as a result of injuries after her dress caught on fire. I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men. I thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along the unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men. And in despair I bowed my head: "There is no peace on earth," I said, "For hate is strong and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men." Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men." Till, ringing singing, on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A voi...

sleepy white butterflies drifting to rest snowflakes are like peace blanket me with your protection soak into my heart, beautiful mystery

in the craziness of malls at 10 last-minute shopping and a dozen different recordings of the same song played within an inch of it's life when there are obese white-haired men in red suits everywhere Don't forget when the red and green appear everywhere it's only because of the blood that there is any life when you hear "peace on earth, goodwill to men" don't forget that peace is only found in one place and goodwill is not money When you're driving through snow squalls for the last gift Remember, you've been given redemption Worth more than all the money North America spent this December Which means we are the only ones who can sing about joy and know what we're talking about And when you're surrounded by light and warmth don't forget, the light of the world stepped down into your darkness so you could understand what it all means.