The dark days of December are upon us.
The stingy sun appears for ever decreasing times
As the days continue to shorten.
The cold grips the earth,
And life outdoors becomes treacherous.
But the snow blankets the ground,
Sparkling to make a little light brighter.
Even at night, the whiteness is there,
Reflecting streetlights, moon or stars,
Keeping darkness from overtaking us completely.
Can we too be reflections of the Son?
Let your light so shine among men.
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