In the midst of winter,
I walk about, breathing in the freshness of spring.
Though the branches before me are brown
and the ground is hard and dry,
I can still see
and feel
the vibrancy of life
radiating through the ground below me
and the world around me…
…one day, long ago
this poem would
only have been about
a freakishly warm day in January;
today,
it reflects
every
single
day
on
my
walk
with
God.