Xmas is a time of joy. One can see it reflected in the expectant eyes of children. Innocent questions about prophets and Santa Claus bring smiles to the faces of weary, sometimes-cynical parents. As time passes, those children become adults. The inexorable passage of life also dictates that eventually parents die. Suddenly holidays are transformed into bitter-sweet remembrances. I lost my Mom on Xmas many years ago. This post is dedicated to her and one of her favorite authors, Kahlil Gibran:
“Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.”