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A walk through the many fields of this life

Beauty seen woven into such mystery

Flowers and butterflies

Men and women and children, ourselves,

A hummingbird sips on a backyard feeder one cold and frosty morning.

The heart tugs at purpose and deepest meaning

Yet, the body, the mind of the world pulls away

Letting go of these precious moments when we marvel

Stand in awe as children, child-like once more

Hands of trust take hold of what draws us near.

Riches the world cannot offer

True wealth hidden in plain view,

Gift that patiently waits

Quietly as early morning dew

Jewels and silver and gold upon the earthly grasses,

Even time stands still

Then steps aside for a greater reality

A kiss of Heaven’s truth sweet upon the lips

Kiss of love upon the scars of this life,

Beauty that lasts, drapes as a robe upon the shoulders,

Heavenly clothing simply unmatched.

But those relentless voices cry out

To envy the stars, the rich of the world

To desire fame and wealth of the few

Who stand alone in pride, and often fear

Who parade appetites that widen and lengthen

Until the earth itself is drowned,

And all spirit sensitivity is forever lost!

But many others have chosen the humble path

Who drink from a most beautiful cup

Wisdom the sharpest sword flashes from above.

Those who truly seek, who search for more than just gold

Righteous embrace of the greatest gift of Christmas,

Revelation peacefully settles within

God’s pure gift of love, of life for us all,

For those willing to unwrap His timeless present.