Mary barely slept that night; she didn’t want to miss the sun’s first light as it came over the horizon. She and a couple of other women, both named Mary as well, were going to anoint the body of their dead Master with myrrh and other sweet spices to keep it from smelling…
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The sun slowly rose in the east, its rays heading out to do their job. First, the sky began to lighten as the dark blue of night melted away into colors of rose, purple, and yellow, paving the way for the bright blue. Next, the shadows of the land are chased away as one after another, the rays touch the earth.
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The moment finally came, their King approached the gates of Heaven with a multitude of people. The angels rejoiced and trumpets rang as the people were welcomed into Heaven. As the souls entered the heavenly realm, the Trinity spoke to each other for a little bit.
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The tonttu are a colorful race
And walk around with a dancer’s grace
Swift and silent they can move
But oh, how they can certainly groove….
Steed of the angels it was called, steed of the genies, even, as only genies have ever been able to approach it without fear. But she could not understand, what was so scary about the peryton? It was best described as having the head, body, and legs of a deer with the four wings, tail, and eyes of the phoenix….
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Bright, frosty white and dark, stormy grays
Clear, frozen lakes and cold blustery days
The signs of winter are not hard to see
As snow is softly frosting the trees
The snow has fallen in mounds and mounds
The stillness broken by such cheerful sounds
Of children laughing and frolicking in the snow
Throwing snowballs at the fortresses of their playtime foes…
The crystalline stars fall from the cloudy skies
Covering her and all else that in stillness lies
She looks up above as her thoughts drift into space
Of thoughts old and memories buried in cold lace…
The wind sent the cold, wet pelts of snow into his face, obscuring his view to three feet. Hot steam came out of his nose and mouth as he huffed and puffed, attempting to keep warm in the sub zero temperatures.
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Cherubim:
These are nothing like the little cherubs
Shown flying with doves and hugging cubs
No, they are really so much more
With heads and wings numbering four…
True, it was a beautiful spot, so still and serene, every time they looked at it, it sent their troubles and worries away, but they fought to keep them in mind. And yet, there was nowhere else to go, the lake seemed to go on for miles.
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Up in the north, the moon hangs high
The brightest light in the still, frosty sky
Whites and blues color the scene below
As all has been hushed by the newly fallen snow
The pine trees stand tall and firm on the hillside, silent sentries to the children’s fun. Their needles shake in the wind as the children’s laughter echo off the hills. The children rush towards one particular hill, the largest one, dragging their sleds behind them.
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The nasna to whom the season of winter was entrusted is known as Jack Frost, a high-spirited, rather mischievous lad with a penchant for trouble. He was artistic, to be sure, but his art was a bit strange; no two pieces of his art, no matter how similar they may look at first glance, were never quite exactly same – there was always one or two things about each picture that was different.
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