Divine Illustrator-
You painted the scenery and called it good-
And yet, we abhor it.
The night soulless sky void of life and light smothers us
As we await for the flickers of dawn to appear.
The morning’s arrival greets us with a forlorn gaze
And a stupor brought on by the cloud’s authoritarian tenure.
Our spirits are filled with the gray sludge of slush and tar’s reunion.
Stop us in the snow.
Make us look down and see the tiny sparkles on the ice.
Before we enter another building, nudge us to look up
As the geese hurry above us.
Your presence abounds in the silent fresh snowfall
And in the crackling snow below.
Your love will burst forth from the clouds-
Bringing us warmth,
Showering us with spiritual light
In the hours when we feel enclosed by Winter’s woes.
May we bask in your Holy Coziness until Spring’s buds are born.
Amen.
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The Rev. Michelle L. Torigian is the Senior Pastor of St. Paul United Church of Christ, Belleville, Illinois. Her essay “Always a Pastor, Never the Bride” was in the RevGalBlogPals book There’s a Woman in the Pulpit. She also has chapters in the books Sacred Habits: The Rise of the Creative Clergy and A Child Laughs: Prayers for Justice and Hope. Torigian blogs at http://www.michelletorigian.com.
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