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| A Christmas Prayer by � goeswith3faces Outside. The blanket of white lies over the landscape and even my breath left a tiny gray cloud in the cold air. The snow crunches under my shoes when I go the few steps to the couple of trees near our house. No noise to hear. Stars are sparkling and the soft light of the waned moon and gives the situation an atmosphere between dream and reality. The voice inside me is praying to Creator without speaking a word. With closed mouth, my heart is speaking words of thanks and I wish to be able to send on the wings of thankfulness a warm hug into the world of need. A little hand is taking mine and I look into the sparkling eyes of my eleven years old daughter, recognizing that the hand on my shoulder is the hand of the most wonderful woman I ever met and whom I call my wife. I enjoy this moment of love and peace, nearly ashamed that life makes me so rich and I still remember the words, that even silence holds a sort of prayer� A warm hug on the wings of thankfulness to you all. Merry Christmas. In Greatest Respect to all lives on Mother Earth ~ Goes-with-three-faces ~ |