There is a light
In that light, there is clarity
With clarity, one can see
The error of their ways
The truth of who they are
Their deepest desires
With clarity
One can become
Who they were always meant to be
One only has to open their eyes
To see

Happiness is only temporary
It ends and leaves you damaged
It builds up and then it disappears

All emotions are good for is pain
It's like a disease that slowly attacks the heart
Eating it until it's gone and all you have left is an empty soul

I'm broken
And I blame happiness
It's the true monster that destroys our beings

Our artificial Christmas tree stands tall in the living room , a monument to holiday material splendor and greed , blocking my favorite view of the natural world and it's abundant sacraments .. Its location being quite pestiferous yet proper ..

Angels are indeed visible to the naked eye , they can be found in majestic pose within every precious photograph , work of art or wildflower held by young hands ..
Each drop of rain in a Summer shower is a heavenly host that blesses our very hour ..
A consecrated beam of light impaling the morning fog proclaims the mighty sword of Michael leading the weary through insecurity and darkness ..
An elderly couple that occupies a park bench , children busy with games , laughter , eyes that sparkle with wonder and merriment ..
The carefree chatter of evening songbirds , the Holy Ghost that fill and nurture a wounded heart ..
Nature's morning songs .. The reflection of God's blue eyes caste across a mountain vista duplicate the Choir of Angels performing psalms on the outskirts of Zion , atop the very Walls of Jerusalem , the trumpet echoing across the Earth from the Pool of Bethesda* ...

In the throes of certain Winter , a congenital repose across the forest floor ,
naked trees bow before her mastery as sunlight pools across majestic escarpments ..
Blessed fauna bathe voraciously and supine before natures warm admonition in preparation for the morrow ...