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Greeting Each Day as a Gift

January 4, 2022

Greeting Each Day as a Gift

By Amba Gale

Through the wall
of frozen water,
I see the earth behind,
shimmering, singing of life,
as the icicle drops from my roof.

I can barely see it, hear it,
dim as it is.
Like the icicle,
behind the ice of these wintry days,
hard have we become.

May our own hearts,
warmed
by the winter sun climbing north
in these early January days,
as the melting ice drips slowly,
peek out
tenderly,
gingerly,
caringly,
greeting each day as a gift,
a new year,
revealing
the sights and sounds
of a loving earth.

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