What was that?
I stilled my breathing, listening beyond the thunder of the furnace.
There it was, again. It’s the sound of birds singing the dawn chorus.
I opened the window to hear more clearly.
This was the first morning I have heard it, and though it was just one bird, it’s morning return lifted my face, my heart.
I awoke with nothing, the well was empty of words of hope and life, and here it was … music to my ears, theology for my soul.
” the time of the singing [of birds] is come …”
Song of Solomon 2:12
Spring is coming,
and spring always follows the winter.
The winter may be cold, and snow-filled, and dark.
Your winter may be heavy with burden, heart-ache, and despair, with little light to shine the way through.
But spring always follows the winter.
” the time of the singing [of birds] is come …”
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