Dear ones,

As snow gently falls,
like powered sugar
on gray branches,
squirrels rush about
to fill their bellies
scattering the white crystals;
the shock of red and orange
as a pair of cardinals visit the feeder
and then flit away, no time for song;
these are moments of wonder.
Let us give one another permission to be
present to the mystery of beauty,
the balance of peace,
the quiet coming of the longest night,
the daring of hope,
and the power of love.
With mystery and wonder,

Rev. Wendy and Rev. Lynn