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              I2: 30 AM

    1t has been two hours since I have

gone to bed to try and sleep. 

Many thoughts have been racing

around in my head, and sleep is

not even close to approaching

the corners of my brain.  As I

finally decide to get out of bed

and write some of these ideas

down before they escape and

leave my recollection, as they

usually do; I discover I can walk

through my house to the family

room, with bright moonlight

shining in through every window. 

    There is a huge, magnificant full

moon for the beginning of this

New Year, and because there

isn’t a cloud in the sky to mask

it’s brightness, the temperture

is only –24 degrees outside, if we

had clouds, the temperature

would be warmer, but the beauty

of this bright new moon would

not call me to remain

awake, muse and ponder under

its rays.

   I have spent the late evening

hours searching for some

devotions to share with a few

women friends.  So my thoughts

tthis evening have been filled

with glorious revelations from

authors and bloggers I have

found on the internet tonight.   I

delighted in discovering, how they

interpreted a passage in the Bible,

which opened a new

understanding for me.  

   So, as I finally decide to turn off

the bright light of the computer,

and then turn out the lights in the

family room, so I can relax

and digest what I have read

tonight, in the quiet darkness in my

peaceful warm, home; I am

amazed by the active, churning,

milling, ideas which leap forth in

the quiet space.  So many

subjects pop up, and won’t leave

my thoughts.  They seem to insist

that I promise to study and delve

into them more completely

tomorrow.  So I climb into bed,

believing I will sleep.

   Yet, one great haunting hymn,

which we sang at church this

morning, over powers these

thoughts and will not leave my

subconscious mind.  It keeps

returning, the melody is one of my

favorites, since I started to play

my clarinet in small woodwind

quartets; I enjoy playing it

each Christmas season.

        “In The Bleak Mid Winter”

In the bleak mid winter, frosty

wind made moan,

earth stood hard as iron,

water like a stone;

snow had fallen, snow on snow,

snow_ on_ snow,

in the bleak mid-winter,

long, long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;

heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign;

in the bleak mid-winter a stable place sufficed

the Lord_God incarnate,

Jesus, Jesus Christ.

Angels and arch-angels

may have gathered there,

cherubim and seraphim

thronged the air;

but his mother only,

in her maiden bliss,

worshiped the beloved

with a kiss.

What can I give him,

poor as I am?

If I were a shepherd,