space for the uncontained god
i’m waiting for snow.
the green exposed and the mud that’s been frozen and come thaw again is welcoming christmas eve this year. and i am like this. i am not as i should be.
i’m the green grass of winter.
i need to look just beyond, out the window behind your head and watch snow fall and the bare branches of winter trees reach up to catch the flakes on their fingertips. i need the hibernation of nature to stand perfectly still and say more than all the talking heads selling christmas.
snow. quiet and fierce, covering everything.
it seems i need the clean slate of christmas.