Today,
I am wondering
if the sun will ever
shine again or if the
bare and scraggly forsythia bush
outside my kitchen window
will actually bloom in spring
or if, in fact, spring will ever
come at all
I am trying to appreciate
this cold and gray January
for what it's meant to be -
a time to rest
a time to wait
as patiently as able, for
things to come right again -
a test of our faith
that they will
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