And he said, My presence shall go with thee, and I will give thee rest. Exodus 33:14
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The rose bushes are pruned and bare, dormant.
The valleys are brown, dry.
The air is crisp, clean, clear.
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Crystals of cold hang in the air, waiting.
From the first appearance,
It seems as though death has come to overcome.
Look closer still.
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The cold releases dew, seeping deep underground.
The brief glimpses of sunlight beacon tender buds,
Soon the cycle of life resumes.
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Like seasoned Christians;
Pruned, trimmed, resting.
The Love of God surges forth,
When weariness gives way to rest in the Son.
Written 2-6-2002
Linda J. Humes 