The Atheist Christmas Carol

Vienna Teng

It’s the season of grace coming out of the void
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance
It’s the season of possible miracle cures
Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown
Where time begins to fade
And age is welcome homeIt’s the season of eyes meeting over the noise
And holding fast with sharp realization
It’s the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
You are safe here you know nowDon’t forget
Don’t forget I love
I love
I love youIt’s the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
It’s the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear
Not alone in the dark

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Published by Eric Santillan

Eric Santillan has been a relationship counsellor for 21 years. He is married with two kids. He is also a productivity and organisational development consultant with a MSc from the University of Liverpool. His mission is to bring the discipline and effectiveness of organisational and management tools into personal relationships, to make them even more meaningful and full of life.

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