After The Storm
Dear God, Thank you for this day, this first of December, this bringing of winter, this freshening. The last night of November went out in a shout, rain battered our windows, angry gales shook our gardens, the earth trembled below as the tempest continued through the night. But this day, this first of December, brings the calm after the storm, with just a little touch of frost to keep us from complacency.
On the step outside my door, from my kneeling prayer to you, I see a small creature, dead, squashed, it’s body like a scorpion, long and thin, the pincers open as if still ready to grasp. A bird sings sweetly from a tree nearby, life is here, he says, now, and I am so grateful for this December day. Thank you God, your creation is awesome.