Lent 2012: A Journey through the Wilderness
Winter Wilderness (Denise Day Spencer)
Photos by Denise Day Spencer
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When crinkled leaves
drop from the trees,
it’s then you see
what lay hidden.
Or so they say.
The creek rushing beyond rough, bare branches.
A birds’ nest lodged in the forked crook of limbs.
Things not well seen
amid the green
though they have been
there all along.
So they were right.
Unnoticed under cover of summer,
in winter wilderness made visible.
What of my heart?
I stand apart.
When will You start
to show me more?
What do they know?
In the wilderness of my winter soul
will You reveal Yourself and make me whole?
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Jesus became that tree before eternal spring erupted. Now we follow in His path until we join Him in that eternal spring. The winter is not to be avoided. It would be nice but alas, it is not to be. All things in their season.
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The bleakness of winter speaking to the bareness of our hearts. Thank you for these beautiful words.
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Beautiful poetry, and great thoughts, Denise! If I may, I’ll share a favorite of mine that may strike a chord.
The Coming of Wisdom with Time
W.B. Yeats
Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
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Great words…and great photos to help make the point.
It seems that when we are laid bare, broken down, brought low…that is when we can see that the Lord is breaking us on His anvil. He uses these things so that we may hear His voice…and come to Him.
Thanks, Denise!
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