| Merry Christmas by Leslie LaVerne Bridges-Kemp �2000 With the predetermined surety of light undulating past Pluto, you encounter a tigress on a bed of pine needles on the forest floor sleeping beside a reprieved soft-eyed doe. It never once connects in the synapses of your brain that the scene was created to impress upon you like a gentle rain the grace and peace granted to us upon this planet ipso facto by a benevolent Father who bestows love and joy to His spoiled children who so easily ignore the hunter-green of the swaying cypress and shun the shadier paths while leisurely inhaling the essences of dewdrops upon daffodils at dawn without a thought for infinity. With the delicacy of wings on air, open your Christmas gifts with their ruby red ribbons tied with the care of a breast-feeding mother and placed so gently under the tree of life. Acknowledge both gift and giver on the eve of eternal spiritual continuance that siphons off the need of dying evermore, and beckons at birth promising true freedom from strife. Acknowledge the knock on your front door and open up with innocence, with the heart of a child anticipating the arrival of a guest who, once welcomed to enter, will not depart. For these are the days of ecstasy in sweet righteous rapture and all of living is now an art. |
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