She loved the way the cold air filled her feathers on Christmas Day. First through the blue skies,
and then as she turned, and banked and even spun around twirling straight into a snow squall,
high up on the ridge. There was so much joy this day! A new day filled with hope, and life never ending, declared……openly.
it was all about the Anointed One, the star lighting the hearts of humans. She continued to twirl, banking and turning,
praising God with her wings as the snow came down heavily with the wind that never ends……
and somewhere in that wind beyond the tallest oak trees……she heard a choir singing…….
Merry Christmas everyone!
If you have a different faith I’m so glad you’re here. Peace and wonderful blessings to you as well!
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