singing of angels
Howard Thurman
There must be always
remaining in every life,
some place for the singing of angels.
Some place for that
which in itself
is breathless and
beautiful.
Old burdens become lighter
deep and ancient wounds
lose much of their old hurting.
Despite all the crassness of life,
all the hardness and
harsh discords,
life is saved by
the singing of angels.
Source: The Mood of Christmas, received from Inward/Outward
As we swing into Christmas, I'm hoping for you the lightening of burdens and ears to hear the singing.
There must be always
remaining in every life,
some place for the singing of angels.
Some place for that
which in itself
is breathless and
beautiful.
Old burdens become lighter
deep and ancient wounds
lose much of their old hurting.
Despite all the crassness of life,
all the hardness and
harsh discords,
life is saved by
the singing of angels.
Source: The Mood of Christmas, received from Inward/Outward
As we swing into Christmas, I'm hoping for you the lightening of burdens and ears to hear the singing.
posted by Lisa at 1:05 p.m.
1 Comments:
Trying to leave a comment has been a challenge, Lisa...although not a burden. The lightening of burdens...what a gift indeed. Every blessing this Christmas season.
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