For you give me joy, Lord, in your creation:
I rejoice in the work of your hands. How great are your works, O Lord,
how immeasurably deep your thoughts.
Psalm 91
There was a Cardinal singing
across the mostly melting snow
and a scent of spring
up from the softening unknown
as I was taking down
the Christmas greens
in this brief
pause between
all that was frozen
and all released for now;
the grieving and the singing
in the same thawing.
I can't believe I've just now found this post - it must have gotten lost in my busy January shuffle! But I just have to tell you I think it's wonderful. Really wonderful.
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