2016 Jan 1

Somewhere this morning, I decided to not only write in my blog but also reflect on the day and other random thoughts.  The first came out in rough form as a poem which I will share below.  Winter has had special meaning for me. It was around December 23 and 27 that our still births occurred.  Even though that was several years ago (actually more than two decades ago), the month often is a time of reflection on me especially dealing with darkness.  That this occurred during the darkest time of the year is not lost on me.
I marvel at that even with the darkness, comes light. It is the time of year that we celebrate our Savior’s birth.  Whether or not Jesus was born in December (and likely not) makes no difference.  What makes the difference is that in the darkness time of our lives, the light does not extinguish and will come out. It is in that promise that I hold on to during the darkness of winter.
Here is the poem. I am no Robert Frost or Carl Sandburg but here goes after 40 years of not writing.
1/1/15
Morning comes delayed as if fighting attempts to hold it back.
Bright sun burning away the gray of winter skies
Snow crystals sparkle with the reflected inner life.
Amidst winter’s monochrome of gray and with there remains the promise.  
In the landscape of dead trees, dull brown earth, the hint of new life remains
waiting to be reborn, renewed, and resurrected.
A new season to take the bleak colors waiting to burst forth into dazzling array of color.
Winter is but a brief time,
yet hidden in that time the promise is born.
The Star-Child comes once again
to remind that winter is but a moment
 and Spring comes to all.
So let the Son shine light the crystals sparkle
Let the Son shine show us the promise
that Winter will not be the final victor
the Son is.
Eldon Davis
Crude but came out of spending time under gray skies with either rain, snow and ice.  But today the sun shown and indeed the Son shines.