Sometimes, I wish I could go back. Back to when the Advent candles glowed golden, when the Christmas tree stood watching, and presents grinned big and bulky underneath, and all those bits of excitement shivering up inside you. I wish I could go back and not take for granted again all those times I heard "manger", and "Mary", and "shepherds", and "Baby Jesus", and "swaddling clothes", and relive an age old tradition as if it were brand new and I was hearing it like a ravaged land, raped by war and swords, and lying ripped in pieces in harsh desert sands blowing, and it was the glimmer of sparkling hope from Pandora's box winging like a butterfly over the black and white world, and it had always been there? Just waiting for me? For me?
I love how we follow lights on Christmas night, candles glowing in a darkness.
And there's the Son of God in hay and angels singing glorious streams from heaven above.
I don't want this to be all just a memory, I want this to be me, all of me. All the time.
1 comment:
Lovely and so special. I love the moments that you captured. Keep it coming! :)
Love you!!
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