by Gwendolyn M Plano
When I was a child, my sibs and I often stretched out on the grass at night. We’d wait and watch for shooting stars and otherwise try to find different constellations. Living deep in the country, by the fields of alfalfa and sugar beets, we had an especially good seat for star gazing.
There were no competing city lights; the darkness was virginal.
Children see possibilities where often adults do not. Under the dome of stars, they create imaginary adventures. To unknown lands they may travel, to the moon they may wander. And, during this holiday season, many of these youngsters talk of a birth that took place under the stars in a stable. The Christ event is real for these little ones; they have no problem imagining its splendor.
Time has passed much too quickly for those of us who now gather our grandchildren. But, under the starry skies we remember – the dreams once embraced, the hopes entertained, the gifts received and given. And so it is that I wish you, dear reader, a time of remembrance – of earlier days when trust came easily and the stars captured your imagination. May the manger birth of centuries long past, open our hearts to the gifts of the season. And, may happiness be your blessing....as is beautifully expressed by author John W. Howell.
A Wish by John W. Howell ©2016
To those who I know,
Include those I never met. . .
Happiness to you.
There were no competing city lights; the darkness was virginal.
Children see possibilities where often adults do not. Under the dome of stars, they create imaginary adventures. To unknown lands they may travel, to the moon they may wander. And, during this holiday season, many of these youngsters talk of a birth that took place under the stars in a stable. The Christ event is real for these little ones; they have no problem imagining its splendor.
Time has passed much too quickly for those of us who now gather our grandchildren. But, under the starry skies we remember – the dreams once embraced, the hopes entertained, the gifts received and given. And so it is that I wish you, dear reader, a time of remembrance – of earlier days when trust came easily and the stars captured your imagination. May the manger birth of centuries long past, open our hearts to the gifts of the season. And, may happiness be your blessing....as is beautifully expressed by author John W. Howell.
A Wish by John W. Howell ©2016
To those who I know,
Include those I never met. . .
Happiness to you.
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