Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, December 26, 2014
Christmas
There is good in the hearts of men, much of our goodness goes unpublicised. We so readily hear, about all the bad in the world, from tyrannical governments, to murderers and general evil doings. There is good in the hearts of men. We are not always comfortable with expressing our love for them, to others, but we show love, and even to perfect strangers, we can show love. He shows you an act of love, as you ask for simple directions to somewhere that you wish to find, and not being content with informing you about how to get there, he may even take you there. He has shown love to you, a simple and honest expression of human love, that has asked for nothing in return. And Christmas is the time of year, I believe, when people have become less inhibited with their expressions of love. Christmas is a thing of natural human beauty, and we rejoice in it.
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