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The World Around Us

Death came to me today
She was coy at first
Subtle in her ways
But I knew what she really wanted.

She was mine
and I was hers.
We all grow up sometimes.
Death to parts of us that were.
Hollow wounds.
Places where the muscle’s limp, the skin dry.

I thought at first to run, to hide.
To lie and say I’m someone else.
But who are we to hide
When walls come crumbling down.

We are not who we think we are.
We are the world around us.

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Yes, Virginia…

This is obviously not an original post, but I enjoy sharing things that inspire me.  So, I am posting one of the most inspiring pieces of literature I have come across.  Many thanks to Francis Pharcellus Church for penning this wonderful piece.

 

“DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. 
“Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. 
“Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’ 
“Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

“VIRGINIA O’HANLON.
“115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.”

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. 

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

 
 
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What’s Inside Must Come Out

Listen to the moonbeams of the night
How they wax and wane
How they call us out from darkness
To what we truly are.
The Moon is shy tonight
She hides, as only lovers can
In a moment, her hair will part
We’ll see her in all her beauty
Bare and unconcealed
We’ll do as Nature taught us
We’ll howl our lover’s name
In a language only she will know
We’ll run and hunt
And do things that make men shiver
Because this night is ours
And what’s inside must come out

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Heroes and Villains

Stay with me a while
Tell me stories
of heroes and villains
damsels in distress
and all the things that youth had taught you
the ways of Love
the battles you had waged and won
Tell me what you were before this
Before the war took its toll
Before the madness started
Before you succumbed to those who have no name
Remind me now of how beautiful you were
and how deeply you once loved me

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