in the Winters of our lives,
to feel disillusioned
at worst, to despair,
When what dressed us,
what covered us
is stripped away
and we are left,
in the dark,
as the old dies,
to make way for the new...
the tattered dry leaves garment removed
readying us for What Is To Come...
Our human tendency to near-sightedness
does not allow the benefit of long range vision
which would soften the stripping down
which would warm the cold clean slate,
In the Beginning was a Winter too,
one which was marked with deep darkness,
one which was without form, void,
And over it hovered the Master Artist,
The Michael Angelo of Creation
dipped in Light,
Ready to Begin...
In the Silence
Listen for the "Let There Be...",
In the emptiness
And Know that what you hold is not the end,
But the waiting canvas of darkness
onto which Will be painted
"In the Beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
The earth was without form, and void, and darkness was on the face of the deep.
And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.
Then God Said,
"Let there be Light."...