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Take a walk through the valley of sunshine,

Through the way of all hope,

Through the forming world.

Bounce across the field.

Merry Christmas.

I cannot bring myself to give …

But thoughts.

I love you,

And I cannot think of a gift,

Which would reflect this love.

You are special.

You are unique.

You laugh.

You smile.

You are,

A gift from God.

And oh what I’d give,

It would be Joy.

It would be Hope.

It would be Faith.

It is a smile,

For I have seen the perfection,

And it is inside of you.

And, for this I am indebted.

Mankind is capable of living in peace and harmony.

I believe this,

Not for what I have seen in our world,

But for what I have seen,

In our eyes, our hearts, our minds, and our souls.

Merry Christmas.

Get it so wrong.

But not to fret.

What does it matter?

Try it again.

Willingness is the way.

Don’t think I did it quiet right.

Taught lessons.

Young eyes.

Can’t be wanting.

Is the mind its own?

Still going three or four directions.

Got a little haze,

To fall through,

Looking for the light.

What it is,

In the name of Love,

Maybe I don’t know.

Wish I could talk to you.

Wish I knew the way.

But I only half way know all I do not know.

May be something.

What it is, is not revealed.

Lord I live in a flimsy world.

Lord I’m looking.

But Lord I cannot know.

What is this door?

Dangling dreams.

Ain’t no water.

Wishing I could.

But Lord I can’t.

Feel like living,

A dream,

That cannot be.

Friends gather round.

But Lord I am a friendless fool.

Nothing to give,

But the greatest prayer of thanks.

Thank you Lord.

I am what I am.

Deserving of destitution.

But thanks flow.

For the faith I cannot say.

Nothing known.

Praise God for the audacity of these dreams,

These dreams we share,

My friend.

Take a sip of nectar.

Take a little walk.

What’s it all come to?

I know I’m not the only one.

Working three jobs … maybe more.

Finances hit a black hole.

No easy jump back to even.

Still, may be under-employed.

Makes life interesting.

What breaks next?

“How deep does the rabbit hole go?”

“Never slow down … you never grow old.”

Winding guitar.

Don’t know what we need.

Will we ever see?

How much is enough?

How much does truth weigh?

“Do the lucky lady…”

Little man walking down the hall.

Lord I should have known,

The way that man child looked back.

It was one bad decision,

Hanging out too long.

Hung the substitute out the hall,

Looking for the man child.

Little lost sheepish grin.

Bounded back a little late, more than a little off course,

Took a bit of scholding,

Until they reached the door,

And it was locked.

Substitute out to dry in the hall.

Urgent order issued.

Opened the door.

Flushed the culprit.

Scolded some more.

Let ‘em go.

Make my life difficult.

I’ll make it double back.

We’re here to have fun.

We’re here to learn.

“Big wheel, keep on turning…”

Rolling through the halls.

Don’t know how good it gets.

Lord a lot of sad.

Tough days.

Hard to reach.

Tough role to play,

The outsider.

Not a substitute.

Teacher. Teacher.

Make the case.

But I do not know what to say.

No end to struggles.

No end to good fortune.

No end to questions.

No end to speculations.

A little rivited by one reality.

A little confused.

No cause to worry.

Just do the best we can.

I got reality.

And I got dreams.

Hang the fears out to dry.

Let the dream slush about.

No need to ask for more than is given.

Know need to fear.

Hold a little faith that there is something about life,

Something maybe a little more than the minds can see.

Perhaps life is not entirely chance.

Perhaps it is - the children - who lead this day.

God put us through doors.

God grant us good light.

God grant us audience.

God grant us inspiration,

and opportunity.

Forgive this trespass.

Forgive the audacity.

I know not what I am bound to dream.

I know not the path.

Only that there is a path.

And I am thankful.

I and I pray for the wisdom

To feel the warmth of this path.

And to hold the strength of heart to follow it.

Entry is gained.

It is in the eyes.

And the Day is come.

This is where I have not been.

The world overtook.

My dreams departed.

But now back am I.

For no reason but to ask why?

For no cause but to survive.

Aboard this whirling chip of life - a sphere called Earth - we cling.

Pray Thee Lord - What are we to do?

Grant us understanding - of the sound and delightful way - Oh Lord.

Take away our fear - Oh My.

It is certain.

The skys are dark.

The wind is cold.

Pray Three Lord - equilibrium - will occur.