the strength of winter

shown through bare trees

as they stretch high

and stand tall

against night’s

velvet dim skies

as they hold the stars

in their arms,

cradling them

like a mother

would cradle a baby.

whispers from winds’ praises

as the sounds of heaven

ride on the winds

and peace steals

inside my heart

as the light from the moon

shines greatly like it cannot

hide the glory of God anymore;

I, captivated in awe and fear

by His grace and power and presence

like the night is captivated

by moonlight’s streaks existence.

shadows dance, not afraid

to show the beauty

and playfulness of God’s

because like the angels in heaven

dance in jubilation,

they too dance

because joy comes

in the morning

and morning is coming soon

as weeping and darkness fades,

little by little;

because the Almighty is coming,

I AM is coming

and we are in His Shadow.

all stars shining His Light

the moon showing His glory,

the way night is fascinated

by each ray it finds,

the way how winter is strong,

how the refreshing air awakens something

somewhere deep in us,

the way light is always eager

to receive more,

nourishing itself on nothing

but Truth;

we live in His Creation,

in His Beauty,

in His Shadow

in His Breath.