We have just celebrated a season of waiting and watching. We have heard of angels who tell us not to be afraid.
We have heard of stars that twinkle a secret. We keep an eye on the skies that deliver us only snow.
We know that the earth only looks cold and dead. Beneath the surface where we walk, seeds await the signal for rebirth.
So it can be for us. Soon we will unfurl our sprouts of magnificence.
But for now, let us curl into our hibernations. Let us wait for that which will warm us.