"the season of your rising..."

"to everything
there is a season..."

this is
the season of
your rising

the season when
the world
lies sleeping beneath
a blanket of
loamy stillness and
you begin to
stir...

this is the season when
a star calls
your heart to waken from it's
slumber
and give birth to
all that lies within
the manger of
our hopes

this is the child that
does not wait for a royal
nursery,
this is the babe who turns from the lure of
gold, the warmth of
applause
and keens her ear towards the lowing of
cattle and the cooing of doves

this is the infant that sings
beneath a night of cold-sharpened
moments,
and light-pointed stars

the babe who reaches soft hands to
touch the face of
hunger,
sorrow,
fear...

to stroke
a furrowed brow,
to wipe a
tear,
to hold a star,
to place an angel
on the highest branch...

this is the child
who tiptoes beyond the comfort of
an inn and
walks beside the
leper,
the Samaritan,
the widow and the fatherless.

this is the moment
when daffodils shatter the
crusty snow,
a father wakes before
his child cries,
when lullabies are written
before the babe appears,
a lark is heard above the storm,
and a waiting prayer
precedes the call...

this is the season of
her rising




[photo credit: Georgia Griffith and her Papa 
by Amy Redfern Griffith 2012]