Saturday, 25 December 2010
Humanity Is For Life, Not Just For Christmas.
It is a cold and clear early Christmas morn. I gaze out the window and think of the moon as a gentle beacon of hope. Hush now, the voice that screams in my head and torments my soul. Gary, do not cry, for despite your painful isolation, intensified on Christmas Day, you have so much to be thankful for.
And I look out the window. See the rising Christmas moon, cast glowing shadows, on snowy fields. Embrace the moment. Rejoice and understand that life is what you make it.
I sit here. Not sure what now to write. The words are not there, just a jumbled mess in my mind. I turn around and the reassuring look of Penny, radiates the sweet innocence of a beloved dog. I am deeply touched by her unconditional love.
The Christmas moon now shines brightly through winter tree. I see this as symbol of better times to come. I may be alone, I may be isolated, devoid of human contact, yet my optimism for a better world, remains resolute, on this, a cold and clear, early Christmas morn.
My gratitude for you, on the other side of my computer screen, goes beyond any words that I can summon.
May the lonely, the isolated, the homeless, the rough sleepers, the sad and the desperate, find a few moments of comfort, during this, the festive season. Humanity is for life, not just for Christmas.