When you fall on your knees,
when the weary world weighs upon your shoulders,
when your journey seems crooked and winding and never-ending,
when you knock on the door and are turned away,
When Christmas has lost its magic,
when you cannot move one more step,
or bear one more thing,
Crawl.
Crawl and curl up in the soft hay of a manger.
Hold your heavy heart.
Let your heart open.
Feel the warmth of Nature's breath,
Hear the quiet stillness,
And breathe.
Then you will see a small, flickering light in the distance,
A star perhaps, or a candle.
Feel the tiny tinge of Hope,
Hear the wind whispering,
Grace.
Peace.
Love.
Know the gentle touch of love.
You are loved.
You are loved.
You are Love.
