The Acacia Community

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