Winter has a song to sing.
It’s timbre is melancholic.
It is guttural.
It is a song that needs to be sung.
And when it is sung, for many ears to hear, it allows for teary eyes of weary souls to lock and say to one another,
“you, too?”
There is beauty to Winter’s Song.
Because in its very nature of bleakness, colorlessness, and cold, its opposites appear all the more radiant and noticeable. And in their declaration amidst the wintery backdrop, we are AWARE of their gift to us, synonymous with
Hope
There is a necessity for Winter’s Song. It’s very nature requires hibernation, reflection, and rest. And in singing its song, one finds restoration.
Healing.
Winter has its song to sing.
It is a song that needs to be sung.
“In A Bleak Midwinter”
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Our God, heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, Whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, Whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him… give my heart.
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