[Narration:]
Now why this manas soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then
gently touched his hand
Which caused the man to stand there still
Despite the winteras cold
And while he stood there in that
trance
The angel read his soul
It seemed the man was not always like
The man he had become
And that angel wondered how
that change had happened
And when it had begun
The man had been born to a kind and religious family
And raised in the
midwest
And all throughout his childhood
This man, clearly, had been blessed
He grew up believing, among other things
Man
was made in the image of god
He went to school, observed all rules
While working very hard
He had always tried to help
others
Excelled at nearly every task
And when head graduated high school
Of course, he was the first one in his class
And
in his eighteenth summer
When it was time for him to leave
He had offers from several colleges
All of them ivy league
And
at college in all his studies
He always received straight aaas
And when he tried his hand in theater
He got the lead in the
senior play
It appeared to nearly everyone
There was no talent that he lacked
And for three years on the football team
He
was, the star quarterback
And there he also met the girl
Who did become his wife
With her, his world was now complete
He
had the perfect life
When they had graduated college
They were wed in a ceremony quite grand
Then they moved to New
York
In a dream they seemed caught
Where all had been perfectly planned
She decorated their park avenue apartment
In a
1920as art-deco style
And six months after they had moved in
She told him, they would soon be having a child
And after their
first ultrasound
He knew they were having a son
Their lives could not have been better
And they had only just
begun
Together they arrived early at the hospital
On the delivery date
The father was taking no chances
And did not want
to risk being late
But while waiting outside the delivery room
He could tell that something was going wrong
For too many
doctors were rushing in
With none coming out for too long
When her own doctor finally came out
With several nurses at his
side
He said that his wife had started hemorrhaging
And despite their best efforts, she died
Then in an effort to console
him
A nurse gave him his newborn to hold
But from the way the child felt limp in his arms
He knew there was still more bad news
to be told
The doctor then gave the prognosis
As gently as anyone could
But before he could finish explaining
The father
only too well understood
The child had been cut off from oxygen
For minutes, which is far too long
The damage was now
irreversible
His brain permanently malformed
Head never hold a job,
Learn to read or ever talk
And it would be a
miracle
If the child even learned how to walk
And with those words the father felt
His entire world falling apart
And he
stumbled for the words to express
The tearing inside of his heart
He cried out, why did god have to take her
While she was
still so young
And then as if to cut him deeper
Leave this thing here as his son
aplease explain to me godas wisdom
How
could he decide
To take from me my precious wife
While leaving this alive
There is no reason for this life
Why does he
even exist
And if he had never been born
There is no way head have ever been missed
If man is made in godas image
Then
something here is surely amiss
For there is nothing of god
Nothing of god
Nothing of god
Nothing of god
Nothing of god in
thisa
And then he asked for the child
To be placed in a state run home
And after he had signed the papers
He walked into
that night alone
And in this world he found unkind
He built a wall around his mind
And every year head add new parts
Until
it had also enclosed his heart
He kept his job and paid his debts
As he slowly became a silhouette
Of a man walking among the
tombs
While living his life within his wounds
He distanced himself from all his friends
Even his sisters and brothers
And
as time it went by, he developed his eyes
So they could only see the flaws in others
With this final glimpse, the angel stepped
away
And the man shook himself out of his trance
Then continued his walk back towards his home
And few would have given his soul
half of a chance
And the angel himself felt helpless
As he watched that old man there
So he did what even humans do
And he
quickly said a prayer
And as the prayer flew to his lord
The angel did decide
To carefully follow the old man
And stay
closely by his side
For on this night can one deny
The gift of a more sympathetic eye
To cast upon our fellow man
And on
this night to understand
The frailty of childhood dreams
Like fireflies over summer streams
And if one dared to remove timeas
veil
Could one retrace those childhood trails?
But whispers in the winteras wind
Told of rescued dreams, forgiven sins
And
who among us shall be deemed
To rescue some forgotten dream?
So on this night of Christmas Eve
As once again the spirits
weave
Its snowswept dreams and colored lights
With bits of magic into each life
And as the snow comes gently down
Its soul
intent to reach the ground
To cover scars the world still feels
Perhaps to give them time to heal
For as men invest in
money
And professors in what they know
God invests in mercy
Like winter invests in snow
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