go.
walking on christmas eve, in freshly fallen snow. past a church. music wafting it's way out.
silent night, holy night.
holding a new born baby. nine years since the first and I still get "that feeling" when I remember holding him. smelling him. touching his wee hand.
all is calm, all is bright.
little voices singing in unison and sounding so sweet and awful at the same time.
holy infant, so tender and mild.
boys sleeping. hands flailing. hushed breath.
sleep in heavenly peace.
alone, with a piano. closed door. it's just me and the song in my heart.
all is calm, all is bright.
silent night
holy night
all is calm
'round yon virgin
mother and child
holy infant
so tender and mild
sleep in heavenly peace
sleep in heavenly peace
wonder. god in flesh.
holy night.
stop.
7 comments:
Absolutely beautiful. Your ability to weave this together so quickly fills me with more wonder... incredible. So grateful you stayed up late.
Sometimes I feel like posts are written precisely because God knows I need them. I know that isn't true, but I'm just sayin'
Big hugs....
all such wonder . . . and only the barely the beginning of the wonder we will someday behold!
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Thanks, Julie!
Oh good golly, that's beautiful. That song combined with new motherhood - it's the powerful stuff. Thanks for sharing with us!
~Lisa-Jo
So beautiful and wonderful to recall all the wonders of babies and the holidays :)
WOW! That gorgeous, Cori!
Oh, this is so, so sweet.
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