Angels
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in they dark streets shineth, the everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.
I was awoken this morning by a gunshot blast, and I thought of angels.
I lost my faith in God long ago, but have not lost my faith in men and women nor in the magic that surrounds us. May we strive for peace and wisdom, and on this day push away all bitterness in our hearts and fill them with good light.
And jingle bells.
Best wishes to you all.
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