The Soul's Patient Thaw

Spring's light does not arrive by force,

But by a slow, faithful return.

Each day grows longer, and

What was once frozen strives to become

A little more alive.

Discernment shares this rhythm.

There's rarely a blazing stroke of clarity,

No sign carved bright in the sky.

But a patient, quiet thaw.

A subtle brightening, a gentle breathing.

The soul leans into this warming

Because it waits for the Spirit

To whisper through what clamors.

Stirring the inner life

Relieving the soul of its strife.

So, strip away the illusions

Layer upon layer,

The way ice retreats from stone and bark.

Listen for the unremarkable answer and

See the light returning after months of dark.

Be willing to wait for that one, still morning

Between one breath and the next

When you can hear that true,

Warm, loving sound of

Your soul coming back from death.

Like the tree which stands in winter

We become ourselves once

Frost has been stripped of our soul.

Not all at once, but gently,

And without end.

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