There is much joy
To be found in prayerful hibernation;
In resting in the quiet chill
And watching as the sun warms the sky,
While holding others’ struggles in your heart;
In knowing, even as you mourn,
That each branch will soon
Be blessed with fruit again;
In giving yourself permission
To occupy this quiet space
As an offering to a world trembling with fear.
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