“The man who said, “Blessed is he that expecteth nothing, for he shall not be disappointed,” put the eulogy quite inadequately and even falsely. The truth “Blessed is he that expecteth nothing, for he shall be gloriously surprised.” The man who expects nothing sees redder roses than common men can see, and greener grass, and a more startling sun. Blessed is he that expecteth nothing, for he shall possess the cities and the mountains; blessed is the meek, for he shall inhereit the earth. Until we realize that things might not be we cannot realize that things are.”
― G.K. Chesterton
(the brackets of a pink poinsettia / Julie Cook / 2014)
No longer guided from afar by a brilliantly shining Star
As limited sad sights now merely rest upon holiday lights.
Once we took great care to honor the wee babe so fair,
Yet time now sorely tested revealing hearts no longer invested.
Now Shopping
Now Cooking
Now Traveling
Now Wrapping
On Traffic
On Frantic
On Hectic
On Panic
What dare will it take for Love’s blessed sweet sake,
In hopes to bring home the wandering who roam?
As time quickly runs out on a world shrouded in doubt,
God once more turns His face, offering the world His tender embrace.
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