The Gift, of Faith
( A Season’s Ring )
and, as the
Whisper of Winter’s Breath,
carries the last leaves of Autumn
far from the loving Arms of Home,
away, to golden Fields of Our Past,
and lesser Days cast a longer shadow
upon all that might have been, remember
always, that Hope flies eternal, and Wishes born
in the Prayers of Children, live on in The Hearts of Angels,
as their Dreams, walking hand in hand with God’s Grace, become
the Spirit of Promises to keep, for the Joys of all they can be,
lie waiting, in The Eyes, of
Tomorrow . . .
may Christmas find U all, wrapped in The Presence, of Peace on Earth . . .