a few weeks ago, as a reflection on Justin’s teaching of Switchfoot’s “New Way to Be Human”, we all improvised poems around the phrase “All Things New”. One that got shared, written by Cassie Nason, captures that idea through nature and the change of seasons. We thought it only fitting to post it here today, amidst the winter white and the apparent new season that is upon us….
snow upon the wilted gold
breaking the bow of autumn
does the muted limb
understand the sacrifice
of winter’s steady progress?
does the cooling kiss
bring excitement or mourning?
can we see a way to be
new again?
when all around a fog has settled
strangling
there is no protest
from the ash
only embrace
captivation
as the snow falls softly
down
by Cassie Nason
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