by Lisa M. May

Created on: February 14, 2011

~ Rebirth ~

The season of
Winter
often lingers within spirit ...
Cold.  Dark.  Parched.

Outside world mirrors the same
emotions.
Bone bare branches - ashen, brittle,
hang in sadness ...
death.

Yet,

within the deep dark soil of earth, and the seemingly

bare branches ... there is

life.

A life hibernating for a season, slowly awakening to

re-birth.

Up close, eyes open - can see embryonic buds of hope on bare branches

that hinted death from afar.

Tiny flowers
color of sun
find their way through gravel - cement - the messy weeds of life,
fulfill yearning to bloom.
Desire to live.

Spring breeze
sounds through trees, like
rushing saving water -
searching parched souls.

The season of Winter opening into Spring
awakening hibernation,
will once again fill dry thirsty riverbeds with life flowing water.
Blossoms on bare branches
burst
wide open - where before - unseen.

Dark earth below
pushes up emerald green ocean blades
bathing the eyes into forever.

Hibernating soul
awakens,

quenched, alive, Spring again.

Breath. Life.

In winter.

His spirit

was nurturing all along,

even in the coldest, darkest hours ...

He is there.

Quietly holding, comforting, loving, sustaining.

Gently pushing hibernating self to the surface into

Light of Spring once again.

Re-birth.

Always there.
Patiently waiting for us to
see Him.

Spring always comes.

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