Beneath the Ice
Black and white February tends to chill us to the bone.
Summer joys lie torpid in thick ice. Our hopes are hybernating.
Frozen in distant memory banks, spring flowers lie somewhere beneath.
In cold and cloudy winter, one begins to wonder whether May will ever show her lovely face again.
But she will! She will!
She always does!
Every spring,
she springs,
and sings,
and brings new life.
The multi-colored days,
pinioned by the bitter greys,
will soon burst forth in light,
Winter is only temporary.
Summer joys lie torpid in thick ice. Our hopes are hybernating.
Frozen in distant memory banks, spring flowers lie somewhere beneath.
In cold and cloudy winter, one begins to wonder whether May will ever show her lovely face again.
But she will! She will!
She always does!
Every spring,
she springs,
and sings,
and brings new life.
The multi-colored days,
pinioned by the bitter greys,
will soon burst forth in light,
Winter is only temporary.
Great reminder! At this time of year, it's easy to get discouraged--we tend to be so focused on the dark that we can't see the light. I love March--it's so full of change and surprise; and even though it may often seem to be marching backwards to winter, it can always make a quick turnaround to spring and warmth and mud!
ReplyDeleteBeing a horseshoer, I love this time of year. There are no flies, I don't sweet as much, and there is no mud sucking off shoes. I am probably one of the few people praying for more winter.
ReplyDeleteJonathan Wilson
At least you are PRAYING, NOT PREYING.
ReplyDeleteAdvertisement for local church in local paper. Next to a pair of praying hands it said,
"PREY WITHOUT CEASING"
Unfortunately, many individuals do prey on others instead of praying for others.