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Because I'm in the mood to write some poetry because its Christmas, here are some of my Christmas favorites written by yours truly.

A Season of Hope

As the bells ring
And the halls are decked with holly
Hope is abound twinkling in the lights on the tree
And the snow falls blanketing the hate and fears of the world
In the pure white hopes of the day that love was born
As children watch the snow fall from their windows
The fire in the fireplace glistens like the hope in their eyes
And they know that the day of wonders has come
 
And here is another one of my favorite poems.
 
When The Light Came Down

The Light came a long time ago
It spread a message of hope and Love
Enjoy the Christmas Season for the Light has come
When the Light came down
The world was in Darkness
Now the Light is here to stay
Enjoy the Love of season
Let it fill everyone's hearts with Joy
Never forget the reason for the season
Now everyone sits around the Christmas Tree
and waits for their presents
They don't realize they have all been given a great gift
because when the Light came down
Love was born on Christmas Day

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I wrote this speech several years ago.  It defines the general philosophy in which I approach life and other people. Our are often filters for what is truth, but they don't always interpret truth as reality. Sometimes they let us see what we want to see. Its sad that I only developed this philosophy after the partial loss of my vision. I guess losing my sight helped me gain insight.

The City on a Hill
 
The way you look in this mirror is the way everyone else sees you.
People tend to make judgments with their eyes.
The eyes lead to the brain where judgments are made using the information that is given to us.
In my life, people have judged me quite often
because they have no idea what it is like to be me
People strive for tolerance
but we do not have to like what we tolerate
Last spring, I had a conversation with a friend who is blind.
I asked him what it is like to be blind?
He replied and said: “Its like closing your eyes.”
I am sure that at some point we have all clsed our eyes so we can see what it is like to be blind.
What I am asking you to do is not all that different.
If you close your eyes, you will be more accepting of those who are different from you.
Acceptance will lead to more relationships and better friendships.
Acceptance is the city on a hill.
It overlooks the vast wasteland of ignorance.
The Road of Understanding winds up the hill, but the way is frought with peril.
The road passes through the city gates:
Tolerance.
Yet, we only stop there and do not enter the city.
We stop because of fear.
If we passed through the gate, then hatred and prejudice would end,
but if not, we would be carried by the winds to the valley below,
and we would destroy ourselves.
If you want to live ,
close your eyes
and take the first step.

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When is it time to stop caring? To stop loving? To walk away and give up on your fellow man?
I have wondered about this question for some time now.  All I seem to get is more questions and fewer answers….
I see people in pain…or hurting…and I have this need to want to help.  I believe people can be better but not made better, but rather inspired to be better…
Perhaps when I see a problem or decent people struggling I can try to reach out and wipe away their tears.  Perhaps I can fight intolerance and hate and inform people about the world around them. Perhaps I can say a kind word or two to people when I see tears in their eyes. Perhaps we can all do those things.  But will it ever be enough? Will it be to the satisfaction of God? Will it be enough to redeem ourselves?
This is something that I believe in fervently.  It will never be enough.  All we can do is what we can.  All we can do is what we were meant to do.

Billy Joe had always believed in love

Until her husband Brian beat her beliefs out of her

She would tremble with fear

Hoping that he would not come home drunk

Because if he did,

His fists would come raining down on her like a hail of bullets

Their son would see this

And beat on kids in school

Using the same words that Brian used

Like father like son

Billy Joe loved her son dearly

And hated Brian

His constant abuse had left her broken

But one day Billy Joe found the resolve to fight back

Her end to the abuse was simple

She did it without even realizing what she had done

The prosecutor called Brian’s murder a crime of passion

Billy Joe always maintained that it was self-defense

Through the trial

And into the sentencing

When she stood before the judge,

He gave her life in prison without the possibility of parole

Simply because she wanted to have a life free from abuse

And a free life she had in her jail cell

Her friends abandoned her

And her son refused to see her

Billy Joe spent many years in prison

Until one of the guards found her

She was hanging from the ceiling by her belt

At her feet was a small note addressed to her son

It said simply: I love you

Her funeral was very small

It was only attended by her son and his wife and daughter

All he could think about was the lesson he had learned

Love has nothing to do with control or fear or denigration

Love is commitment and respect and devotion