Miracles

I am wanting your thoughts.

Lately, there has been an awful lot of me being upset about this, or feeling anger by that, unfairly treated, frustrated, disappointed. Today at work was awful in a way I hope other people wont have to understand. On the bus home we were on the bridge, my favorite part of every day, and I saw the reflection of one of the massive boats in the dark water. All of the gold lights were shining and the super cranes towered above and seeing the reflections stir under-all I thought in that moment was "that is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." (If you know my love of trains, bridges, water that shouldn't surprise.)

After saying that in my mind while a fairly religious Christmas song played directly into my brain, I started thinking about Miracles. Tis the season, right?

I started to think about what I wanted; what i wanted more than anything this season no matter impossible, impractical, inconceivable it was. I started thinking about what i would do to have that wish, what i would be willing to give up forever to have my miracle.

The Little Drummer Boy is one of my all time favorite Christmas songs. A small child has nothing to give but believes and wants to be there, wants to be a part of what makes Jesus smile. There is something in that song, that story that i cling. But, perhaps, for me, the most sincere, the most moving of all Christmas songs is Pretty Paper, a song that tells of a homeless man who is watching everyone smile, laugh, carry presents wrapped with bows but how they will never see him.

Everyone wants something for Christmas. Everyone wants to be loved, wants to feel peace, wants to have a miracle. Now, i know full well that most of you here want nothing to do with religion which is fine but my question remains:

What is your miracle? What do you wish for that you know will never come true but if there was some magic, some wish that could be heard, what would you wish for? And what would you be willing to give up for it?

Do you wish for peace? For every child to have a full meal and a roof? Do you wish for love and a family? To be home? To feel safe? Be remembered? For a different life?

And what would you give up for it?

"Crowded streets, busy feet, hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you won't pass him on by

Should you stop? Better not, much too busy
You better hurry, my how time does fly
And in the distance the ringing of laughter
And in the midst of the laughter he cries"