Winter Haiku

There are moments that defy explanation...that leave us grappling with emotions, and challenge us to find God in the architecture.  This is the truth of existence on a pale blue dot in the midst of galaxies strewn across the universe. 

Winter in north Texas is relatively brief, but often harsh.  During my latest week of manuscript re-writes at my "cabin in the woods," I had occasion to witness the steely clouds of winter part for a brief few hours -- just enough to render the image of a frozen lake rippling in the midst of mid-winter chill.  When this happens, it seems the hope and promise of spring leans in a little and coaxes us to breathe deeply the changing airs.  

Peace.  Shalom.

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