Just some thoughts on beginnings…
Winter white branches of the birch
appear barren, naked, stripped
during the dormant period of winter
But a closer look brings hope,
for left on the bare branches are
seeds and all the potential that lies within.
So it is often with beginnings
They are preceded by difficult endings
where we may feel bare, stripped, naked.
But somehow,even in the dormant period of loss,
there is unseen potential
Unseen, untapped, just waiting for the right moment in time
to burst forth and grow
Hope gives eyes to see beyond the barrenness
to the seeds
Beyond the endings
to the beginnings.
Beyond the Winter
to the Spring