Winter Whites
Winter always reminds me of white -- purity. I don’t know, maybe because that’s when it snows the most. Things always seem to slow down.
The frantic growing of spring and summer is absent. The earth seems
to be taking a rest.
Less rushing around
Time to let go
More repose
Be slow
More inner reflection
Look for a higher direction
For my thoughts
Be enveloped by
Peaceful stillness
Make it an endeavor most earnest
Go deeper into myself
That inner me
I usually place upon a shelf
As I rush around
Get to know God’s peace that
Passes understanding.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.
Recreate your world and Leave your peace and repose!
