Angels always dazzle.
Watching the heavens,
sad fools will awaken
from their dark dreamlike dance,
and remember only radiance.
I found this loitering in my draft file. Sitting in the glow of my daughter's Christmas tree, the world does seem to be bathed in radiance this morning. I hope your holidays have been sprinkled with magic dust, as have mine. And here comes a brand new year, full of hope and possibility! Yay!