Christmas Wanderings, Re-post

the words are more familiar than obsessive thoughts as they bounce endlessly between ear and heart. they bring a now aged prophecy via the well worn path from daily fears and dutiful tasks to the mystic horizon of hope.

the horizon: the juncture of observed beauty and the failing of perception. the 'out there' place of tomorrows wanderings and future dreams.

here i hear them. simple words: behold. love. salvation. love. gift. within them resounding whispers remind me of that which must be known. the eternal truth that within Life, indeed, my life there is One who loves and who possesses the wonderful power to transform this malformed, mistake ridden existence into a journey of great worth, a journey as pure as the trek of a mother's hand as it gently caresses her child's face. today's words, wrought in ritual and sanctuary remembered in my soul such....Love.

(posted previously in December 2004)