Carrie’s Painting of the Week

Windy Day, Rodanthe
By Carrie Jacobson
These white mornings, these moon-full nights, this season of joy and tension and love and despair unfolds in all its glory and its grief, and I remember and I hope.

I remember my mother, and how she loved Christmas. I remember my childhood, and my wonder and awe. I remember our family, whole and happy and filled with love and adoration, and even now, when it all seems somehow too much and nowhere near enough, I can recapture moments, and hold them close. And hope.

It came upon the midnight clear

That glorious song of old

From angels bending near the earth

To touch their harps of gold.

“Peace on the Earth, good will to men

From heaven’s all glorious King!”

The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear the angels sing.

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