A Lenten Reflection
The crocuses are blooming. The daffodils are lifting their heads to the winter sun, betrothing spring. Birds neck on the fence line and snowdrops erect their delicious parody of frozen rain. And in the headlong gallop of life, I am called to pause and look at the beauty of Lenten spring's promise. With grateful hearts, We thank you Lord.
For evenings that are dark and cold, inviting the cessation of work to time to sit and look into the fire for the mysteries of life For resting ground with hidden seeding beyond the vision of us surface dwellers, For quiet moments where evening sunsets flow through protective glass for hours - it's too cold to be outside. With grateful hearts, We thank you Lord.
Branches rest from the weight of carrying leaves The silence of winter invites a gaze that travels further, sees what is hidden in the verdancy of spring: the flourishing of summer; the cottage hidden behind the hedgerows, The derelict remains of constructs long abandoned and the memories of a time gone by. With grateful hearts, We thank you Lord.
Comedy - as with puzzled eyes, the dog paws at the edge of the iced pond. Cuteness - as with wondering eyes, the little face looks out at a lawn covered in snow. Quietness - as with hopeful eyes, the muntjac searches for those first green shoots The doves coo to each other down the early morning chimneys And Lenten season quietly promises the inevitability of spring's resurrection. With grateful hearts, We thank you Lord.
© B. Waldron 2008