Christmas cards
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Part of The Carolinian
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- Christmas cards
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- QHjriatmaa (Earba Qwine. I. Reflection it teas beginning when I wrote this. I mean the Christmas program. My seatmate looked what I was doing And I hurriedly put the paper in my pocket Hut the words remained in my head: This Christmas I cannot he a giver Tor nothing have I to be charitable for. If one likes to do good to me And let me choose between this and that. I'll tell him / always find it hard To ask for the thing I love to have. Only the Cord knows My need and thirst and hunger And how long and how much I wait and pray . . . If they are not fruits of selfish thoughts Or objects of vanity Sooner or later, they shall be granted to me. To acknowledge the existence of Cod is one thing To believe in His infinite mercy is another. (Muri; 11:2.1. Amen, I nay to you that who soever say to this mountain, lie thou removed and be east into the sea, and shall not stayyer in his heart, but believe that whatsoever he saith s/taZi be done: it shall be done unto him.) Although I do acknotvledge and believe. . . I am not sure I am not lacking Recause there are many parts of my essence To go together in these mental acts. So, it will be perfectly all right If the Lord will merely make me stronger To discipline myself. 2. OiBone The pasture is greener than what is usual Anti roses are white and red in the heart. Perhaps, in other lands it is falling snow And sleigh-bells ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling. Such is not the ease here in the Philippines. Recause while their sun is getting soft. Ours is always shining bright. Rut the difference does not count ll hen the talk turns to Christmas, Recause the gospel is: This season is for the souls, Spiritually alike in al1 men in all places. Aiow it is good to light candles in the night And read the Bible, a chapter or tico. That shall be profitable Io the brain, The accomplice alien we commit our sins. Christmas gives us the singular opportunity To simultaneously be ourselves Mutually erase wrongs, misdeeds, offenses. And ugly signatures in the minds, till tt"e are clean enough To see blessing in the air. Our songs are holy, inartificial again, And roses are white and red in the heart. The nnuiA are divine the wordings homelike, They tell as well as praise.. . And the-belts sorting the globe Are annulled By the poetry of Jesus. The carols haunt us like a perfume. Page 12 THE CAROLINIAN
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- 1959
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