It’s true. Advent is a misadventure, too much, too much. But it shouldn’t be, Charlie Brown. Can’t you smell the needly noble fir in the living room? There is a manger near.
Carefully tracing borders.
It’s true. Advent is a misadventure, too much, too much. But it shouldn’t be, Charlie Brown. Can’t you smell the needly noble fir in the living room? There is a manger near.
i will join you along the way. my gifts are small and ridiculous. pauper gifts, i suppose.
but then i remember these old lyrics that i love…
“Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Eden and offerings divine?
Gems from the mountain, and pearls from the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?
Vainly we offer each ample oblation;
Vainly with gold we his favor secure;
Richer by far is the heart’s adoration;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.”
sometimes i feel that no matter how far i’ve walked, or attempted to walk for that matter, i still feel afar. ¿así es la vida?
how far do you live from san fransico?