Monday, December 28, 2009

My dearest God,

I love to be hunkered down on a cold, wintry day. I love the snow, that glittering white powder that hugs trees and branches creating a picturesque landscape. Like an image from Currier and Ives I drink in a quiet peace that feeds my soul.

On these days I am challenged to think on faith, to bring to mind the fascination of this season, the spiritual intrigue. I know that quiet moments when it seems nothing much is happening is the time that more is happening than meets the eye. Like trees whose roots are deepening, feeding itself with necessary nutrients hidden in the ground, the human spirit experiences openings into the sacred mystery. Opportunities galore await those who are hungry.

As I sit in my comfortable front room looking out the window gazing upon the snowy surface, I too am putting down my roots nuzzling the hand that feeds the soul. It is there I meet you.

In the midst
of glory
that comes
from heaven,
I find myself
hungry for you.
You challenge me
to let down
my roots,
anticipating the manna
that will come.
I meet you
not only
with a
hungry soul
but also
a grateful heart.

Love, Andrea