It is yet another snow day here in York! Our Women’s Ministry Director, Connie Milchling, shared this poem with our staff this morning and we wanted to share it with our congregation. Stay safe, everyone!
Again, I wake to a sea of white,
fresh snow has fallen overnight,
covered the ground, blanketed our cars,
and deep in my spirit something jars,
with an annoyance that I cannot seem to explain,
maybe something to do with the look of sameness,
over and over and over again,
I am fatigued in my heart, soul, mind, and strength.
In the meantime, the pandemic keeps storming,
it is the exact same news, just different morning,
while months ago (I think I would say?)
that CoVid seemed to strip away,
the color of life once joyously embraced,
which is why I think the snow does not grace,
my spirit as it normally would,
but that does not mean it no longer should.
The question becomes: will I pause to give thanks?
can I see beauty, instead of feeling this angst?
A bluebird lands to eat homemade suet,
and within seconds, dozens more pursue it,
male, female cardinals land in the scene,
and something in this moment becomes serene,
I drink it in, in the depth of my being,
As I slowly look around…finally sensing:
GOD IS EVERYWHERE!
Revelation 5:13 (NIV)
“Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and on the sea, and all that is in them, saying: ‘To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb, be praise and honor and glory and power, for ever and ever!”