Some say love, it is a river, that drowns a tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you it’s only seed
It’s the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of waking, that never takes a chance
It’s the ones who won’t be taken, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong.
Just remember, in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love, in the spring becomes the rose.
In the poignant poem by Amanda McBroom famously sung by Bette Midler we observe the cyclical pattern of nature’s seasons. As winter closes in, we are tempted to forget that spring will come. In the quiet days of winter, let us remember God’s deep and caring love for us even in the cold and dark days of winter. Nurture the seed of love within yourself. Speak to God. Live in faith. Listen for God’s voice in nature, in scripture, and in others. Prepare the soil of your soul for growth and fruitfulness in the days to come.
Blessings for 2019,
Pastor Linda Miles
This excerpt is from the January Fisherman Newsletter.
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