Christmas Prayer 2006 – I am blessed
The way is perilous on the never ending ascent. The sparkling glitter of trinkets around every corner distract the pilgrim, the peak is always just across the next knoll, in sight but still a lifetime away. Darkness falls and fades away as day turns to night and night to day. Another step, another minute, another opportunity, another challenge.
A windmill appears and a blow is thrown, in symphony the sail sweeps across and knocks the nobleman from his steed. Just as quickly as it appears, it is gone, no longer a threat, nor a challenge, as if it never existed.
The parlors are bright, beautiful sumptuous cloths caress the beautiful people as the sit and chat smug in their existence. Colored lights adorn the entrance, the windows; the outline of the papier-mâché cottage is so beautiful, so perfect. Yet the night air chills to the bone and the pilgrim pulls his vestige closer. The winter snows are at hand; press on good sir. An invitation is offered, “stay with us, the night is dark and the wind cold”.
The pilgrim continues. He has his path, his reason to exist, his passion. The journey continues, he has his mission and has received all the purpose necessary to complete his quest without distraction. The heart burns; sometimes it seems it will burst, pumping so hard the veins along his neck expand and pulsate. There is no distraction, no time to warm the aging body, or rest the tired soul. The passion drives him and somehow is in need of protection. It is an oxymoron of infinite proportions, so powerful yet so meek.
The summit will never be obtained, it will always be just out of reach, just a few steps more, but the pilgrim does not care. It is not the capturing or dominating the path that counts but the journey, accompanying his passion. Experiencing fulfillment in the midst of failure and humility in the rewards of success. That which is important is clear. It is simply the jewel that shines for eternity. It cannot be bought, borrowed or stolen. It must be given as a precious present and received with fullness of heart, mind and soul.
My Christmas prayer this year: Thank you for my Raffaella.