We wake, Loving Lord, to see a shimmering cloak
Sparkling in the early sun:
The first frosts glisten and gleam,
It is a wintry winter’s day.
Walking along, we catch sight
Of jewelled fragments by the wayside:
Moss, curled and green, a thistle’s rosette;
We rustle the fallen leaves yet unswept
By broom or wind
And now encased in diamonds.
Lord, it is not so often that we remember
To thank you for the way hard times
May glisten and gleam unexpectedly.
There can be a wonder and a beauty
And though the later warmth may melt the diamond shine,
Though cold winds may make us shiver through the closing day,
Hold for us those sharp memories-
That gasp of wonder,
That spark of joy,
Which gleams for us
Through cold, dark, wintry days.
Amen Hazel Parsons
Reading Genesis 2:4-25
SthF 160. All things bright and beautiful