Winter Past
“To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven”
Dreams are stirring…
Listen carefully and you might hear
seeds crackling below the surface.
Did they die? Yes.
Yet now they live and sprout
And push through the thawing ground still frozen yet warm
The earth is silent as it submits and yields to growth within.
Sunlight stretches forth its fingers past the seen
and into that which is hidden.
Light pierces the darkness.
Unafraid,
its warmth stirs hope.
Its shining draws upward.
It is time to peek through the soil
and dare to believe
that God will protect the tenderness
of this growth
and keep it alive