The Coming of the Light

 

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To gaze at the heavens

To hope for the skies

What do we seek?

What do we hope to find? 

Is there peace or joy or love

Beyond this world,

Looking down on us from above? 

Our hearts yearn

For a tranquility

Like a mist rising from a morning pond,

The hush of snow falling on a winter’s morn,

The din of waves breaking on sea’s edge,

Or the cool breeze on a midsummer’s night

Refreshing our bodies and minds

As we peer into the skies.

There is something more,

The stars sing 

of the glory

And the coming of a king -

One who brought peace, joy and love

And eternal life from above.

So look up 

Sing, sing

of the coming of the light

We want peace. We want love. We want these ethereal things that seem so elusive on earth. From whence do these desires spring forth? From whence do these thoughts prick our hearts? Do they emit from deep within our souls? Are they but shallow thoughts, hoping against hope that there is something more, something beyond this feeble and broken life? Our hearts are grazed by love. Peace passes over our minds. Joy sings a gentle song beyond our sight. Faith stands in our dwellings like an empty fireplace looking at us with a question - what will you do with me? Beauty sings to our souls incredible stories that feel untold. There is a burning, a yearning, a wish that will not go quietly into the night. 

What is peace without a standard? 

What is love without an example, a sacrifice? 

What is joy without singing? 

What is hope without yearning? 

What is faith without trusting in something?

What is beauty without meaning?

What is life without purpose?

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