Saturday, December 6, 2008
Screaming at Santa Claus
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Finding JOY at home, each and every day.
“Master of the Light”
I praise thee when each pastel stroke of sunrise
seems for me,
And every lustrous breeze
Ignites my soul
With glowing testament of thee.
But when my shoulders—
Burdened, bent to dust—
Refuse to lift, Forget to trust,
I glory, Master Artist of the Light,
That I can still find thee in the night.
-Jean Seifert
1 comment:
Looks like you had a great time! I didn't know that BYU had a Christmas party. I had to smile when you wrote that Susie screamed by Santa--I can relate to that all to well!
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