The snow comes, unexpected like
grace after a fall (yours, mine,
ours) a quiet wool covering missteps,
White-soft gift leaves an expanse
of peace, pulling my eyes away from the
ground, these humble, human feet,
to the misty, gray horizon.
Heart now centered, sheltered, still
where Creation whispers my thanks.
Do you remember the Oscars from a few years ago, with the mess-up at the end, a snafu that has never happened before with the envelope announcing Best Picture being the wrong one? How would you like to be the one who did that?
Sometimes life is disorienting, yes?
The root of ‘orient’ is from the Latin-‘oriens’, meaning ‘of the East, the rising sun.’ Well, of course. When I turn my heart and mind and self towards the East, towards the rising sun–Jesus–I see things in the right perspective. I feel oriented again. Where are you today? Feeling oriented, disoriented or are you in the middle of reorienting?
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