
An entry from my journal (March 19, 2009):
It is curious to me how today
I am drawn to a solitary piece of trash
amongst all the beauty that surrounds me
in this tiny cove in which I find myself
on this late winter day.
Here I find myself staring at my feet
at the remnant of a dirty, white, plastic bag
wrapped around umber shoots
that spring from the ground.
The snow-laden landscape,
with its dry grasses, branches and barren trees,
are all painted in varying shades of sienna,
off-white, gray and black.
And yet, I find quiet beauty
in what otherwise utters the hushed, unspoken word
of “death.”
But there is that trash —
shivering sheepishly
in the chill of this late winter breeze
as it clings to and peers from behind
stalks of dried shoots,
as if playing hide-and-seek.
But as I look closer still, I notice,
almost as an afterthought,
or better, a surprise,
inconspicuous signs of life
as tiny patches of green grass
come peering through
amidst the barren rubble.
AH, RESURRECTION!
In this season of Lent,
as I seek to empty myself
of sin and self
through acts of love and prayer,
tiny signs of God’s grace
are sure to be revealed to me
here and there.
There is resurrection amongst sin and death.
ALLELUIA!
(c) Thomas C. Webber 3/19/2009
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