As we look to end another year, we are reminded that this is the last two days of the month, the last two day of the year and the last two days of the decade. Pretty monumental. I have been busy and not on here much this month so its time to fire it back up again. I give you a poem on my thoughts for tonight with blowing flurries after unseasonable warm Christmas in the upper 40s.
THE DEEPER GIFTS
There is a frightful howl that the wind makes
As it zooms through trees with no leaf brakes
When darkness permeates the early evening sky
Reminding us of this season, one, I’d rather pass by
Each season has it gifts that reflect the makers plan
This one requiring deep rest across the land you scan
But as you look across the beauty of each season that you see
You will find a beauty for each one created for you and me
From the cold death of winter with a purity of white snow
That turns to bloom in spring where it all wakes up to grow
The warm caress across your face of a warm summer breeze
It sometimes backfires on you and reluctantly make you sneeze
But then there is fall where the flowers all turn to fruit
Giving food for your table to prepare anyway you suit
As I sit quietly in thought tonight by a fire and the warmth it gives
I am reminded of each season’s beauty, the many gifts our maker gives
So as we close on this year, being a bit more profound than others
We must remember His best gift ever, in that we are all sisters and brothers.
As you reflect on the beauty of this year gone by, remember the little things that were really quite profound and be thankful for the beauty of your year or if it was a bad year, be thankful for the grace in that you are still here.
If you can make a promise to your self for the coming year, remember the enormous value of kindness and try to always be kind.