O Lord, help! Â
Winter prevails
Cold, rainy, wet, gray Â
Habitual checking of forecasts Â
Constant dismay at the results Â
Fenders, gray, rain jackets, and layers Â
The desire for sun, for color, for warmth Â
Not given or received Â
The season draws on, tiring and lonesome Â
Yet this, the seasons, I know are a part of your grace Â
As winter and spring begin their overlap, Â
The world transitions from one stage to another, Â
And the contrast of new life shines brightly against the dormancy of winter. Â
As trees begin to burst forth with life, Â
Bright greens come back that have been gone for months Â
And pastel perfect white, pink, yellows and purples blossom Â
Sun bursting through grayed clouds thick with rain.
Lord, you give us hope. Â
There is no hope in this dying world apart from you. Â
Remind us of your goodness, Â
Stop us in our tracks, Â
Slow us down enough to suspect a sprout, Â
Reflect on a bud, Â
Contemplate colors of new creation. Â
Winter will inevitably come to an end Â
And spring, like your grace, will come.
Thank you, Lord, Â
not just for signs of spring, Â
but for the rest and rejuvenation Â
given to us and your creation through winter.