Advent, day seven.
Yesterday, we woke to a woods hung up with ice and snow. The dark wet brown of the forest floor, wet from so many weeks of rain, was blanketed with white snow. It was beautiful, like a Christmas card.
Today’s poem is an old friend, written many years ago, at a time when the world seemed dark. Depression stalks many of us, but we are not alone.
We are never alone.
Evening draws in closer
Frost, it hangs like lace
Tired leaves brown and speckle
Then slowly fall from grace
Sometimes it seems that spring is shackled
And summer fell in deep disgrace
In days like these when darkness seems
To swallow light
I offer you, my friend, this blessing;
God with us