Tuesday, December 1, 2020

2-fer Tuesday


 
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Winter

And suddenly, the woodland has bared its branches

The days now clothe the new season like a bride,

And though cold and pale, its exquisite beauty

Fills my eyes with such incomparable warmth.

I shall carry this grace with me in my soul

Until she, frigid in the last hours,

With frosted lips, kisses the newly born Spring.

-- Clairel Estevez


2


Christ has assured us: there will always be a spring.

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