The Face of God

Crystal Lake April 2015 (4)

Dancing twirling recreating
The seasons arrive individually with the stage set for change
We see the change in character
Changes in our hope for redemption
And changes in our grieving pools of septic brokenness.

We are in our first days
As we embrace our last days
One is too much
A thousand not enough
We ache to do the next right thing
It is the season of rebirth
Each moment
All the days
Every season.