In Frost Covered Fields.
I passed a frost covered field on the way to the hospital this morning. And though my heart felt constricted, for a brief moment its radiance brought me peace.
In the middle of the field, a lone oak stood tall casting crisp shadows with its gnarled, aged limbs: somehow, even its sharpness shares a welcomed grace.
The light misses nothing – neither crack nor crevice nor ‘tucked away’ pain. Rather, it meanders and shifts until it finds its way – leaving only a hint of its memory in ambered grain.
In peace, my friends…I pray my words find you well.