Take your sins tonight and rake them up into a heap. And your shame. And your fear. And set fire to the lot.
They will burn, and burn, and burn. And die.
They will die.
Ashes to ashes.
Today, we struck a match and set fire to that white wick of love.
The Advent.
The Waiting.
From here on in, dear heart, we grow into the light.
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I know Advent means not quite Christmas, but I'll be away on the day and not sure about computer access. May you have a safe and happy Christmas with family and friends. All the best for 2009 - I'll be back fresh and renewed!
definitely needed this beauty today. thanks.
Yes, dear heart, we do.
Merry Christmas, Angela. Hearing from your heart is, as always, a gift.
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