Wrapped in all
her fresh innocence five month old Lucy is the evidence and sample of regenerative
hope that comes wrapped in every infant. Isn't that the promise
we celebrate over and over on this day? The promise we experience at this darkest time of the year, as we
turn to the time of light renewed once again in the world. Blessings be.
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Now sunrise comes over a white-clad world: snow cover, moderate fog, and through it comes early sunlight turning everything luminous. Am I, in the fog of my struggles, luminous too? I think you are luminous, my friends whom I know occasionally read here. That's how I experience you, as through a veil of separateness and translation, and yet with a beautiful sheen.
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Now sunrise comes over a white-clad world: snow cover, moderate fog, and through it comes early sunlight turning everything luminous. Am I, in the fog of my struggles, luminous too? I think you are luminous, my friends whom I know occasionally read here. That's how I experience you, as through a veil of separateness and translation, and yet with a beautiful sheen.
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