With The New Dawn, by Sherry Bach
by Sherry Bach
Thursday, January 21, 2010
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Sometimes when we have to wait for a new season of life to begin, it's helpful to remember the seasons
With The New Dawn
By Sherry Bach copyright 2010
With the new dawn in spring, and the seeds that have fallen and died in the cold frozen soil, buried under layers of that over which they have no control, I wait.
I wait for the new birth, a new song, the refreshing that comes from the blossoms of brilliant colors falling on the eye of the one who planted.
The one who planted did so in anticipation; anticipation of joy and pleasure while gazing at the beauty of what his eyes will behold.
His eyes will behold the cold frozen ground covered over in layers of substance hiding the seed’s potential, that which lies below.
That which lies below is dead. How can that which is dead produce that which is alive? How can a dead seed transform into brilliant color?
Transformed into brilliant color from brown, gray, dead seeds, the planter does not question the process but witnesses the glory and believes because he sees.
The planter believes because he sees the cold frozen ground transformed time and time again into bright colors of blue, green, pink, purple, yellow and red.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This is symbolically meaningful, Sherry. Nicely done! Thank you for sharing. Welcome to AD. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Danielle Mundy
|I loved this!|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|And many other colours.
Kewl metaphors. The anticipation of Joy... The Dawn of Joy is every morn, but it is up to us to enjoy it, love it, praise God for it. Or stay in bed as if were dead and ignore it.