In the dead of
winter it is difficult to remember the new life of spring.
In the cold
darkness the warmth and light of the sun eludes me.
My soul turns to
despair as I gaze at the barrenness of life.
The branches on
the trees are empty, stripped to the bark and colorless.
The sky is grey
and bland as the sun hides its rays of gold.
The winter has
been long and seemingly barren and devoid of life.
But then he
came. He flew in from the south and
landed on a branch.
His brilliant red
stood out valiantly against the bland background.
He sat there
waiting and then she came, landing on the branch next to him.
They have returned
from who knows where as they have year after year.
If history rings
true spring is not far behind them.
I welcome them
with a smile; my soul begins to warm; my eyes look beyond.
My cardinals are
back and I know I’ve been once more redeemed.
In the dreariness
of the mundane and uneventful life I allow myself to be drawn into, I forget to
look up, to look out, and look beyond what is there.
Beyond my limited
senses there is a life beyond this life, a world beyond this world, a God
beyond all I can imagine. When I get
stuck in the mundane He brings forth the majestic. When I get stuck in the humdrum He brings
forth the higher way. He speaks His word
and creates a new heart, a new vision, a new life. Time after time He recreates that heart,
vision, and life within me because I forget from time to time. But He never forgets; He is always
timely.
Year after year my
cardinals come back and I know spring is beyond them.
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