In Search of a Miracle

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    Merry Christmas     May God bless us everyone.

    In Search of a Miracle

     Its the holidays and all of us are busy running here and there. We rush past people we'll never know trying to pick up the last of the seasons sales. I've been looking for one myself, in my size and color. I've been searching for a miracle. Something to help me remember what the true meaning of the holiday is about! They send angels on TV, and ghosts of Christmases. They even have all kinds of shows to remind me.Why can't I have one too? Depression hits alot of people this time of year, and sometimes I feel its trying to find its way back into my life, but I refuse to allow it. But still, I would like a miracle. A song, a tree, or just about any kind of sign will do. But nothing. The lights are on and I hear the music....but I don't have that special feeling that I think I should have. You know the one. It fills your heart, and makes your eyes water, and you know!! You just know. Its not about the lights, nor the music. Its about the love, and everything else is just a celebration. What would a birthday party be without the lights....on the cake. The music we sing and the warm feeling you get inside. A celebration. The celebration of life. Now I know. Now I know the miracle happened years and years ago.  My miracle. I beleive! When I look into the eyes of the children at Christmas....there is my miracle. They believe in something, someone that they have never met.    The miracle is in the eyes of the children.

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    Teardrops commented on In Search of a Miracle

    12-16-2009

    When you see the wonder in there eyes and hear them talk of Santa yes its in the children they never forget Christmas is a time of magic love the poem

    fatboy

    12/17/2009

    Thank you. May the blessings of the season find you happy and warm.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    fatboy’s Poems (12)

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    The Eve of a New Year 1
    In Search of a Miracle 1
    So Cold 3
    Christmas 4
    The Question 6
    The Messenger 5
    A Walk 1
    Dear Father 4
    The Battle 4
    The Night 3
    Stillness 6
    Sunrise 3