Poetry

Out of the blue canopy of morning sky ring eager voices of wild geese trumpeting hope’s song, awakening the earth from winter’s slumber, a resurrection cry, a sign and foretaste  that all creation shall be renewed on that forever morning when their calls join another trumpet proclaiming the rising of the Son. By Heather J. Willis, author “I am making everything new!” ~Revelation 21:5a

Sometimes our own lives seem dry and bare as we go through difficult seasons.

Snow drapes through the forest, A white sheer Veiling trunks, gray, Giants emerging like shadows behind filmy white, Crisp, cold, quiet. Birds stitch a seam Across a cotton duvet; Their tiny claw prints disappear Beneath the next layer of frosting Along with the seeds They instinctively sought. A feathered ball balances On a sugared branch, puffy and warm. His chest warbles One cheery whistle defying Snow’s power to muffle sound. His song of hope echoes Through the somber tom