A Winter Afternoon at Church
January 11, 2015
The sky is gray.
The trees are gray.
Their branches and their trunks are bare,
So I can see how, together, they created summer’s canopy of green.
The brittle winter light filters through the silent branches,
And even the two bushy gray squirrels following each other
Move slowly: winter serious.
I’m inside — alone but warmed by recent memory
Of the sparkling, brilliant energy
In this very room where we have spent the morning and
A part of afternoon, celebrating oneness and the joy of life.
The winter stillness outside the window’s just one view
Of the Truth we live outside and in — both earthened beings and Spirit radiance.