#beauty

Lord, this seasonlives in the absence of color,yet You remain—etched in every branchthat stretches skyward,in every brittle blade of grassasleep beneath the frost. Our landscape is stripped bare,the earth laid openlike a rune of quiet surrender.And yet, all remains full.Full of the hum of stillness,the hush of snowthat falls in silken serenity,revealing Your hand. Teach Read more