And on this day of beginning
We see the snow fall, gently, quietly
As it lies on the grass, clinging to the rocks
And each one speaks of a love
A love that opened Her heart and created
All that is.

All that is.

The foot falls as we walk through the woods
Each leaf speaking as it give way
To the will of the walker.

All that is.

The trees may be bare but they speak
Of the wind in the boughs
The joy of spirit moving freely though them
Offering wisdom to those who listen.

All that is.

The water rushing past the rocks covered
With ice and snow waiting for the return of Spring.
Now nestled beneath the white powder.
Ice dripping slowly refreshing the stream
As it makes its way to the Ocean

All that is.
Begins again.


CLG
12.12.11