Take this parcel on your lap and, while trimmings you unwrap, this scene you may enact: to migrants crushed in camps it seems that our Christmas is a dream, for so much hope has flown away in decades or a day, from homeless without solace who yearn for warm embrace.
Is our feast thereby less real? I think the joys that we may feel are blessings from above, bestowed with gentle love on our redeemer’s natal date which we chose to celebrate.
Others cower amidst the roar and scourge of far-off wars, so pray remember that this day is our lauded lord's birthday; gifts we hold within our hand are like golden grains of sand, all things grasped to merely save are washed away by ether´s waves.
Better realize in our life humane actions to halt strife for frail souls trapped on roads -so harsh, bereft of charms- to firmaments or thresholds illumined by one savior’s arms.
Faith informs the eternal One awaits at an all-embracing golden gate.
By Psyche Sylvia Evelyn, Buenos Aires, Argentina. 2013 All rights reserved.
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
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