Dew drops are bubbling. Joybells are ringing. â€‹â€‹Candles are gleamingâ€‹. â€‹Gladness is streaming out over all the earth... It's happy Christmas season. The cold December wind is blowing. It’s the wind of changeâ€‹,â€‹ quickly swooshing away the rusted autumn dust and sun-dried summer plans that were never meant to be, ushering in hope, peace, happy wishes and new dreams in the cold yet crystal clear bubbling dew drops before the new year dawns.
Pretty and fragile, the freezing dew drops sparkle in millions in the chilly December morning. They bubble â€‹on the green â€‹with beautiful dreams of mystical rainbow hues... The dreams are crystal clear. They are dreams of new mercies and happier days ahead. But to have them, you must let go of the old spring thoughts and walk the old dirt road no more.
True, old habits die hard and it's hard to let go of the old, but time is bleeding fast. You cannot hold on for long. You must kick the dust away. Like the dew drops, time slips away too fast and life is fragile. Hence, don’t let the trivial eat away your precious flesh and bones. Don't let them drown you in illusion. Follow me in merry measure... While I tell of Yule-tide treasure... Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.
Hurry to take a good look at the new dreams the tiny fresh dew drops hold. Look deeper if you haven't found what you are looking for. Let the beauty of the dew drops and the new mercies they hold shape your thoughts and very being.
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The new mercies hold promises of peace, hope and happiness in learning to fall and let go - To spite no more but to breathe easy and walk tall... to be true, â€‹honest, â€‹humble and kind... to be content and grateful... to â€‹forgive and â€‹giveâ€‹,â€‹ and to give moreâ€‹.â€‹.. to live in grace, prayers and abundance. Surely, the blessings are many when you learn to begin anew.
The thought of starting afresh may be daunting, but it's only in starting anew that one can live a new dream and dream new dreams.â€‹ The abundance of sweet blessings the fresh dew drops hold are yours only if you can see the unsullied beauty in them.
Well, time is passing. Waste no time. Joy-bells are ringing. Catch the pearly bubbling dew drops. The bubbles are beautiful but they may soon burst and you may find the dew drops no more.