Wednesday, December 26, 2018

John 1:2-4

He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people.

Wintersong

Mid-morning. The sun hangs low, making its weak winter trek across the southern horizon. White-gold cirrus clouds diffuse the light. Tiny stars sparkle brilliant, purest white on frosted brown stems of reeds and cattails in the marshy shallows of the pond.

A thin sheaf of ice coats the pond, shimmering with light, revealing yet-green water lilies frozen beneath, framed there, a portrait of winter’s art.

What is it saying? I want to know, for it awakens an intuition of love within.

I want to hear, for it is not the pond or the light but you who speak to my soul in this place. No, not speak, but sing. Love is better sung than spoken. And here you sing your wintersong … that I may know.

Everything that is came into being through you. All that is receives its ‘isness,’ its existence from you. Everything reveals and expresses the character of your divine heart, a heart of infinite generosity through which you give existence to that which doesn’t exist.

And why? So that all life may know the exhilaration of living, the glory of beauty, the sweet wonder of loving. You bring life to be and give it to each of us that we may know love, which is to say … you.

And here, again, at this insignificant pond, I hear your wintersong, sung in sparkling frosty stars on reeds frozen stiff in December’s cold.

But I am not. For I am here … with you.

Pr. David L. Miller