She loved the way the cold air filled her feathers on Christmas Day. First through the blue skies,
then turning, banking and spinning around… twirling straight into a snow squall,
the mystical grey, high up on the ridge. There was so much joy this day!
A new day filled with hope, and life never ending, declared, openly.
All about the Anointed One, the star lighting the hearts of humans.
She continued to twirl, banking and praising God with her wings
as the snow came down heavily,
and the wind that never ends…..
and somewhere in that wind beyond the tallest oak trees,
she heard a choir singing…..
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