another one from the archives:
I need something to make things right. A coat thick enough to keep out the chill. A million laughs to dispell the bad dreams. Church bells and a good cup of coffee. Roaring fires and all those gifts under the tree. Enough presents would surely do the trick. But what to do with the cracks that let the chill in, the chronic coughs, the lost things (dogs and children and youths and mittens, and worse the things you never had and you realize you never will– a dazzling year or two at seventeen, cashmere and glass slippers), and all the ambiguity of life where the shadows creep in and every day we must come back on our knees and pray and pray. Under the shadow of God’s pinions, under the brooding Spirit’s ”warm breast and.. ah! bright wings.” (Hopkins). Even so, come, Lord Jesus. Please.