The full moon rises above Bealtaine Cottage.
Last night there was a new moon, somewhere in the sky.
Often times I watch the moon and think of all those it shines upon.
Many dark nights, when the stars fill the sky with their own light show and shooting stars leave a momentary arch in the night sky, I make a wish.
In the cold November air of a Sunday night in the west of Ireland, I made a wish, a heartfelt wish, for The Children of Gaza.
Nothing to do with Disney, or mince pies, or turkey.
That somewhere here in the western world, there will be one human being, one hero, one person of compassion and integrity, a leader, who will stand up for what is right.
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