Humor might say, “A woman without something to say?”
Sometimes wisdom says, “Be silent.”
It seems a beautiful season of absorbing. The exterior blanketed with snow, hides the vibrant life that lays dormant. Seeds ready and waiting for the covering to pass, the warmth to begin, and room to stretch and burst into being.
I like that thought…a place of peace and expectancy…
Wilderness and desert will sing joyously,
the badlands will celebrate and flower—
Like the crocus in spring, bursting into blossom,
a symphony of song and color.
God’s resplendent glory, fully on display.
God awesome, God majestic.
God is here, right here,
on his way to put things right
And redress all wrongs.
He’s on his way! He’ll save you!”
Blind eyes will be opened,
deaf ears unstopped,
Lame men and women will leap like deer,
the voiceless break into song.