White frost crisping

Ooh, what a wonder.  The world is full of white frost crisping and holding each blade and edge, and the sky is full of blue and a round sun that lingers lovingly on all the surfaces it can find to warm the sparkle back into mist in the air.  The grass is in patterns of sharp white and glistening wet according to the sun’s travels.  And I, I am sitting outside on a cold winter day with the warmth of sun beams befriending my face and my front, a day with a smile, a day to savour, a day to learn the blessings of surprise. 

And we are all held by the goodness of God, sparkling with glittering frost, or shining with warmed wet, or beaming with sun-stroked honour.  Whether we are children of the night or day, we can own the honour of being loved, we can feed our marrow with the germ of God’s goodness.  And whether or not we knew this before, we can bathe in its message and let comfort restore our soul to its rightful dignity.