O God in whom we live and move and have our being, on this day of quiet winter loveliness, we gather to listen and remember.
We remember times past when we have walked the wintry woods alone, and contemplated visions of snow on snow, snow on snow.
What did we hear? We heard the whisper of the wind, the creaking of a tree, the drip of snowmelt. Enchanted by Your winter, dreaming of Your spring, we felt at peace, at one with You, O God.
This morning, we sit in community, in this chill sanctuary of stone and wood. Listen! What do we hear now? The soft breathing of a child? Distant traffic? Voices from the street?
Listen! What do we hear? As before and as always, we hear Your voice, beneath all and in all, singing an endless song of joy.
Amen.
12 February 2006
by Deacon Dave Skidmore