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Its 3 A.M. in the morning. I cannot sleep.
Through survival of this dark and cold time of the season, my heart goes out to those who simply cannot carry forward but plunge into the very depths of despair, not seeming to be able to find that ray of light and hope, that is there, yes, that is there, if we grasp for it, yes grasp for it...
My own moments of despair are sometimes at this time, just before what should be a joyous and happy time. I despair for the hungry, I despair for the weak and sickly, I despair for the elderly, often alone. I despair for the young soldiers
in a battle of life and war. And I despair for the season that takes many of us down the aisles of things - yes, things that serve for some momentary happiness vs the very real difficulty of finding the real light and the real goodness of Christmas. Yes, like you, I despair....
Its cold and dark up here in Canada. Its about two weeks till Christmas. Perhaps like others who do indeed survive the bleakness of the season - just maybe we need to seek and find a common smile, a common moment of bonding that breaks us away from the dark side. Ah yes, the dark side. And I almost understand those who give up, but let us ask ourselves - would we be for the better if we let go - when we need to seek and feel the love of life, especially at Christmas. We need to feel and hear the heart of Christ beating within the sound of childrens voices, we need to remember that the adrenalin of our very soul is not that alone of blood and air, but of hope and love...
Ah, that cold wind is howling, like the lonely coyote (alone) moving across the wintery plain. There sometimes too, go our hearts - drifting, seeking, trying desperately to fill in the empty spaces of uncertainty. Like the coyote, we search...
But grasp, yes, grasp we must - for the light. We must. Get up, out of bed,
sit in the quiet of the night, light a candle perhaps. Take a deep breath of air, and yes, just take a moment to be thankful. Yes, and that is our hope and prayer this Christmas season, simply to be thankful...
And not unlike the lonely coyote seeking a morsel, a precious morsel - we seek the hand and magic words of God and ask and pray that He shall keep us still, and strong...
Then we sleep and dream. Knowing, that out of this dark season, there is truly a light of hope. And we must, yes we must move towards that light with some faith, casting off that cloak of darkness - lest we lose our purpose in life, which is born of the magic of giving and sharing and believing, ah yes, that is the real
road to Christmas....