snowdrift

I took this picture about 10 days ago
Like a snowdrift they were
and now, like a 10 day old snowdrift
they are less bright
less white
more brown
shrivelling
and dying
yet....
in thier place comes bright yellow:







the daffodils are coming!

We are constantly reminded of the cycles of life and death
it seems no time at all since we marked the moment when the Word became flesh and now we prepare to acknowledge that the world rejected the word

The Word came
the Word lived
The Word wept
the Word cried out
the Word betrayed
the Word abandoned
the Word....
.....died

The Word became flesh and dwelt amongst us
and we have seen his glory
in the spring snowdrifts
in the triumphant return of yellow crowns
in every breath we take