LENT DAY 14
Moment in Time
Though naked; without leaves.
The sun insists it will not hide behind the clouds;
More lighted patchwork piece
Than a round orb.
Cloud banks with rising wisps as if the smoke of incense
In worship to the sun.
Threat of storm; pause…
On simple beauty in winter barrenness.
May this help me remember
Even in times I feel surrounded by bleakness;
To pause, reflect, and invite…
My heart to seek light and even warmth
In the beckoning storm.
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