Friday, February 11, 2011

The Promise of Warmth

Yesterday early in the blue black hues of the winter morning, I looked out to white powdered evergreens and dead arms of gray branches. The cold found me even under the fleece where I hid. As the minutes crept by, I noticed a gradual creeping of another kind--but this creeping brought with it peeks of promise. In the fading seconds of those minutes, my eyes delighted in the fading also of the prick of cold, for ever so slowly the blank white began to bleed yellow.

The promise of warmth.



Peace of Christ to you,

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