Weary wintery warmth lived under watery light,
Draws some comfort from the dawn of Sabbath.
The advent of this holy day adds a sparkle to hope,
Lethargy imagines the promise of its heart’s desire.
The familiar corner seat of sheltered contemplation,
Dreams beyond the routine unveiled each new day.
Revelations slowly revealed like good words of belief,
Hibernation enhances the seeds of new fermentation.
It is almost possible to ponder further than tomorrow,
Initiating deferred plans of well-being and preparedness.
Drawing back internal curtains and exposing one’s mind,
There is reward in the seasonal mystery of the Lord’s ways.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 16/02/2014