The Way of Winter
The sun is shining, weary of winter
I long for light and the colors of the coming
season, serve me more spring! The sooner
the better. The bitterness of evil episodes is
more difficult to deal with in deep darkness.
He went his way, one lick of lightning and
he has evanesced to elsewhere,
leaving me lonesome.
Silenced seems our fixed forecast
of heavenly hope. What happened here with
our constant calling out for God's grace,
for healing and wholeness. Are our dreams dead
or shall they show up to bloom like blossom
in the season of spring, magnifying the mercy
of the Loving Lord… to taste His truth?
Abigail Valkenburg
