mid-winter muse

This poem was posted on one of the revgals blogs (sorry I can't remember which one!), and touches on, for me, some of the inner meanderings of the soul at this season. It could just be me, but the fact that Lent is right around the corner might have something to do with it!

God of all creation,

of bare forest and low northern skies,

of paths unknown and never to be taken,

of bramble, sparrow and damp, dark earth.

We thank you for loss,

for the breaking of the dimming year,

We thank you for light,

even in its seeming midwinter failing,

We thank you for life,

for its hope and resistance,

Like a seed dying and living.

—Rachel Mann