I Teeter on the Edge of Longing

 In the winter of my sadness

the silence of snow and

white covered me.

Anticipation forgotten.

The long nights and

short days blended

with ice and grey

numbing desire

within to slumber.

Today, God, I teeter on the edge

of longing.

I look back on the

bleak landscape of a year gone by,

of endless days of grey and ice.

                        of death

                                                of mourning

                                                                                    of sickness and sadness—

when longing was silenced

and waiting replaced

by a deadly stillness.

Through all, You were there with me

witnessing my grief

silently comforting

waiting for me to notice

life beyond and within

the mystery of my suffering.

Today I heard a robin chirp.

A warmer breeze touched by cheeks

turning my lips upward.

A window opened

and a whisper of longing

entered in with the

warmth of the breeze

awakening my silent soul.

Oh God of endings and beginnings

You who wait for me and long for my fulfillment

Help me to yearn again.

I am awake now.

And I want to see the possibilities.

I want to dream.

                                    to know the fulfillment

                                                                        that you have known for me

                                                            all along.