Winter

   The season of solitude

      Filled with the sound of falling snow flakes

They crash to earth awakening us

   To this instant filled with

      Our own flakiness

The cold north winds blow away our loose flakes

   Filled with unforgiven moments

      Resentments long past

      Life experiences not fitting our expectations

Now in the days of more darkness than light

   We can experience the Healing Touch of Love

      Who uses the season of winter to prime us

      For promises found in a new identity paint job

Like the trees and bushes that let go of this year’s growth

   We also see the gift in letting go

Underneath the supposed dead earth new life prepares

   To explode in the spring time

      With possibilities never dreamed of

So in the stillness of the season

   Let us feel the warmth of the Healing Touch of Love

      As we let go of yesterday in preparation for tomorrow