As sadness overcame me, with memories of a sister,
snatched away, without any rhyme or reason,
it seemed that missing her grew even stronger,
with every passing season.
One night, as I lay down to sleep,
I felt my sorrow deepen.
Startled by a vision, I thought I must be sleeping.
An angel appeared beside me, consoling me with love.
As she reached out to touch me,
we were whisked into the air above.
I knew not our destination;
this mode of travel was not of my own.
Up into the air, underneath her wing, I arose,
and in an instant, we were gone.
We traveled to a country,
where rooftops were all covered with snow.
As we flew across the night sky,
the whole village glistened below.
Suddenly, we were standing in a home,
someplace far, far away.
As I heard a chorus of angelic voices ring out,
I knew it must be Christmas Day.
There was a multitude of children, standing,
smiling around a huge Christmas tree.
As I peered into their loving faces, they, one by one,
offered gifts to me.
The angel turned, and with a radiant smile,
she spoke as softly as could be.
“Don’t fret about one lost sister, Child,
for you have many in the world, you see?
Look beyond your sadness, dry your tears,
and seek comfort from your brothers and sisters of love.
Your family consists of so many others,
and is much greater by far,
than you could ever dream of.”
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