Monday, September 26, 2011
The fog ensues this morning.
The blush of green from the pasture barely perceptible,
but hope is something to be scrutinized closely when one has gone through winter’s raging ebb and flow.
Behind the etchings of the tree line there rises with the mists warmer days and a thousand blended greens.
I am greeted by the arias of Cardinals each morning at dawn:
clear notes netting over me, containing a catch of hope.
May I praise my Lord and God with such single intensity and beauty.
"Step out into surrendering" the notes speak.
We have died in the season of ice and have another chance,
another chance to be a shade of green,
supple in the breeze of Him.
Glory be to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.