In bleak Winter, under blackened sky, chirps ring out.
Robin, great harbinger of Spring, perched above tundra.
Song shattering night.
Sustenance revealed below frozen ground.
And that soft, sweet song, like a gentle, beating heart,
In the waiting room before dawn breaks and another journey begins.
To follow faith’s beacon,
As will dissolves into way;
Paths unfolding in unspeakable, palpable peace.
To rejoice in each graceful achievement,
As yesterday’s dirt paves tomorrow’s road;
Passages flowing far and wide.
To know immeasurable love,
As light winds through brush and bramble;
Bathed in radiance divine, dressed in life’s richest hues.
Like Robin singing forth in Spring:
“Oh, Glory in the Highest,
See How High this One Shall Rise.”
© 2018 – Rev. Jennifer L. Sacks. All rights reserved.