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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