Awaiting Spring

Longing, Waiting, and the Gloom of a Spiritual Winter

Preface:
As we watch the earth shift from winter to spring, many souls begin to sing in tune with the melody of spring’s arrival. The sun warms our bodies and souls, and we whistle along with the birds.
But despite the joys of spring, some souls continue to hear the minor key of winter’s gloom. They may be sitting in the spring air, but their hearts ache, and their souls feel as if they’ve been left in a dark, frigid night.
If that is you, you are not alone.
One day—if not in this lifetime, then certainly when our Savior returns— winter gloom will be no more. May we wait with eager anticipation.

Awaiting Spring

Winter dies
as life begins
to spring forth in
the world again.

Our God breathes life
in towering trees;
once barren branches
burst with leaves.

Young crickets dance
‘neath budding flowers,
singing tunes
through evening hours.

But though the earth
begins to bloom,
my soul still lies
in winter’s gloom.

Bright rays of sun
and pleasant showers
spill o’er trees
and sprouting flowers.

But though I love
to look upon
such joys of spring,
my soul still wants—

my soul still needs—
a greater Light
to shine within,
to pierce the night

so frost can melt,
then God can tend,
and slowly buds
can form again.

But though I grieve,
that spring came nigh
to birds and trees,
yet not to my

faint soul, I’ll wait
until at last,
this weary winter
gloom shall pass.

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Grace and peace,

Ali