Everyone should have a little

a little place to think

a little flower growing

a little hope

breaking

through the thick bark of winter

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little yellow shards

of hope

breaking out all

over

everyone should

have a

little

“As surely as the sun rises,
   he will appear;
he will come to us like the winter rains,
   like the spring rains that water the earth.”

~Hosea 6:3

Thoughts from an almost-spring walk

 red bird crosses

the gritty path downward

trodden heavy

laden mindless in a heart that knows

how to be mindful

in the forgotten

places

green things poking

through decay and crunchy

layers of bitter

winter wondering when

it ends

green things reaching

weaving

intertwining

to the sun pulling

up through aching

warmth

lost in the wonder

worry and choking

fear and distrust I beg

for a remnant of the cross

I knew and faintly

remember promises of

omnipresence

and truth in

small, small places

I beg to see the cross again

I look

up and

I

do

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? . . . No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8:35, 37-39

Multitudes of snow: a poem

all afternoon and into the

(#52) night clear into morning

today it snowed like a (#53) quilt

bleached free of pattern-restricting

(#54) colors uniting plant and creature in

sloping (#55) drifting

hope piling

into (#56) fluffy mounds knee-deep

with (#57) freedom (#58) innocence (#59) playing

displaying the back-and-forth of

(#60) angel wings carry heaving

burdens to places (#61) cleansed

with (#62) liberty

white

as

(#63) snow

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and for these things I am grateful.

holy experience