I would like to say as this week is slowly passing away I wish the world was a safer place where all children can sing and play That we will not fear whether we sleep or wake And for you tomorrow I wish a restful day!
“Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that crushes it” Mark Twain
1-22-25 – ‘Sanctity of Human Life Day’
BLUE violets withered, trodden underground bleeding from the offenders frown Their spirits crushed their voices hushed AND as I cry, questioning why I am reminded, they have forgiven and so must I! AND until they rise from their dusty tombs weeping violets sleep, until once again they bloom!
Upon my frosty windowsill, Upon my frosty windowsill, a snow-bird sings a cheerful song, tugging at my heart strings
“He meant no wrong but no longer could he stay” Happiness he now has found! No pills nor drink now taint his lips, his fears and doubts escaped And then from my windowsill he says goodbye
Singing ‘Stephen’s Song’
“Don’t grieve for me, my unbarred cage has set me free”
Here below no longer are his footprints in the snow!
In our Winter night Solstice May we find peace and rest In the newly fallen snow Bringing faith to our souls And light to our path Reminding us darkness Will not last And our days that follow Will be abundantely blessed!
This candle in the Advent wreath marks the JOY of the Shepherd’s announcing the Birth of their Saviorin sending His only begotten SON 🕯 🕯 🕯  As we eagerly await the birth of our Savior 🕯🕯 
“PEACE ON EARTH – GOOD WILL TOWARDS MEN” 😇 👼
The year 1861 was a sad year for Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. In the month of July his wife, Fanny, who he dearly loved, had been sealing a keepsake lock of their daughter’s hair in wax, when a gust of wind blew through the window causing her dress to catch fire.
Longfellow severely burned his face and hands, attempting to save her, but her burns were so severe she died the next day. In the year 1864 his son was injured in the Civil war. Christmas of that year, in despair he wrote this famous carol – ‘I heard the bells on Christmas day’ “And in despair I bowed my head
there is no peace on earth I said for hate is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth, good will to men” He had good reason to question if there would ever be peace for him But then this great poet wrote these words of cheer –
“Then pealed the bells more loud and deep God is not dead nor does He sleep, the wrong shall fail, the right prevail with peace on earth, good will to men”
Upon my frosty windowsill, a snow-bird sings a cheerful song, tugging at my heart strings
“He meant no wrong but no longer could he stay” Happiness he now has found! No pills nor drink now taint his lips, his fears and doubts escaped And then from my windowsill he says goodbye
Singing ‘Stephen’s Song’
“Don’t grieve for me, my unbarred cage has set me free”
Here below no longer are his footprints in the snow!
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