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Friday, February 14, 2014

Another Snowfall ~ Another Lullaby


     Lots of people are grumbling about the so-much, had-enough-of-it snow. Hopefully, there's comfort in remembering that the snow won't last forever, that somewhere, deep beneath winter's blanket of  "alabaster wool" (thank you Emily Dickinson for that lovely metaphor), springtime is getting the rest she needs. Soon she'll awaken, refreshed and exhilarated to cheer us with her fragrance and color.
     John Steinbeck asked What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness? Long before I saw this quote, I wrote this lullaby:

This time when winter comes
We will not be afraid,
This time when winter comes, 
We know we will be brave.

For we know, in the snow,
Is the soul of summer rain,
Bitter winds may blow,
But spring will come again.



So close your eyes my child, 
It’s been a long, long day,
Rest a little while,
We’ve come a long, long way.

This time when winter comes,
We know we will be brave.
This time when winter comes
We will not be afraid.

~





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