“Life is this simple: we are living in a world that
is absolutely transparent and the divine is shining through it all the time.
This is not just a nice story or a fable, it is true. ”
― Thomas Merton
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Tired winter
Snow
melted into gray
frozen then melted again
lies mottled on the ground
branches
starkly brave the winds of change
barren
patches of squat earth and rock
brown and matted
push their way through the thinning mantle of ice
a deer
unkempt
coated thickly, shaggy
like a homeless person on a winter street
with lumpy tattered layers of coats
probes the newly revealed earth for food
then wanders on
this is not the beauty of freshly fallen snow
glittering
or the promising comeliness of spring
green and burgeoning
it is that tired time of long
transition
change
that drab time
which wears the soul
such moments come
and go and come again
seasons of nature
seasons of the soul
always
eventually
the new life hidden, sleeping
will come
will come
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