WAITING FOR THE SUN TO SHINE


He hurls down his crystals of ice like crumbs; who can stand before his cold? He sends out his word, and melts them; he makes his wind blow and the waters flow. 
Psalm 147:17-18 ESV



¶The winter world outside our windows 


Huddles dormant against the storm. 


The leaf's green blood waits the bursting forth,


struggling, kicking 


For its first breath of air 


For light from the sun, 


For nurture from the earth's warming bosom.


Waters, flow! Wind, blow


This seed, this ark of life.


Be fruitful! Multiply! 


Against all obstacles, fill the earth. 


Then, 
after a season, 
and for a season, 
rest.

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