“Look beneath the surface;
let not the several quality of a thing nor its worth escape thee.”
― Marcus Aurelius
Muddling through colorless days
Bundled up, wrapped tight, hunkered down. . .
Sinking within self
Eyes fixed on nothing, as feet shuffle forward
Fighting wind, snow, rain. . .
Ode to Winter at its dulling best
Suddenly something tiny,
something possessing. . .
What is this, dry forlorn minds query.
Because big new things lie just beneath the surface. . .
In alert expectancy such as this, we’re never left feeling shortchanged. Quite the contrary – we can’t round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit!