#Winter
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The trees stand in shadow,holding the night’s questions. The sun rises,a golden giftspilled over the world. Water receives it,silent, wide,mirroring light as prayer. I breathe in the quiet,noticing patiencein every branch. If the world can open this way,perhaps I can too,letting His lightfill what I cannot see. Read more
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You are but leafless branches now,sharp against the silvered sky.No rustle in the wind, no burst of color—just the silence of what remains. The wind doesn’t seek permission;it tugs and gnaws,yet you do not complain.Instead, you stand,gripping the earth with quiet resolve. Your roots—deep, hidden, patient—sip at streams that no one sees.Or hears.The earth is… Read more
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…but if it’s alright, could we press “pause” on winter? Thank you, Lord, for autumn’s charms,Golden hues and sweatered arms,For falling leaves and pumpkin spice,But could we linger just a slice? For though I know each season’s right—A gift to see, a work in sight—That frosty chill, the snowflake’s call,I’m not quite ready yet at… Read more
