Gathering in
Winter approaches, and changes are at hand.
Our gardens are bedded down.
In come the patio furniture, the window boxes, the last flowerpot.
The rake goes away; the snow shovel comes out.
We put warmer blankets on the bed,
the down comforter, the flannel sheets.
But our hearts—we don’t pack them away for the winter.
Our souls—they go on as always.
We draw them in to the warmth, the fire at the center.
Love will sustain us through the winter.
Hope will warm us through the cold.
Faith will accompany us through the dark.
Like the brook under the ice, mercy will flow on.
And we will watch…
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