Hopes in the past make way,
For dreams of mornings-alseep.
Upon the belief of yesterday is buried
The seeds you’ve sown to reap.
For all the times there are to come,
And all stories yet to be told
Love and hope and belief
Makes life possible to thus unfold.
Let’s fill this Christmas with the hope of being, becoming, giving, and loving.
Because, to breathe one must be.
To live one must become.
To become one must give.
And yes, because when you’ve lost every thing… All you have to give is love.
And that, is created within us, for us and of us.
Give, because love is always the answer.
A merry, warm Christmas to all. 😊