Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

The Christmas Tree

Delicate ornaments hang gracefully from the trees branches.

The sweet aroma of pine leaves fill the air.

Gifts lay beautifully wrapped underneath it, filling people with excitement to rip them open.

Best of all, on the top, a breathtaking sight.

A star.

A golden star.

A golden star just like the sun itself.

Truly breathtaking.

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