Words for thought

“i hadn’t seen them for the snow… hadn’t seen their yellow-petal-heads peering up from dirt, for the white wasteland. winter had blanketed mystery over these flowers. i’d peered out my window countless days seeing nothing but white, stretched far like linen on the line, the sky, gray-lint cloud fleece.

but today, sun broke free from cloud, melted winter away with a splash of child’s boot in puddle and there, leaping up from the ground like a chorus of hallelujahs, the crocus. spring’s national anthem.

“the Waste Land is the place where God transforms you into the person who can do your Dream.”

this, The Dream Giver book tells me. and i think upon my life, upon its seasons of white winters and crocus-springs, think upon the mystery of God blanketing my dreams until just the right moment when the sun breaks through and melts away the wasteland, revealing a triumphant choir of flowers. dreams, blooming, just below the snow. and to think, they would not have been warm enough to grow without that snow. to think, they would have died in winter’s chill if snow had not fluffed white about their roots.

my dreams need the wasteland. the wasteland keeps them growing. and in due time, spring will come. with a chorus of hallelujahs.”

- Emily Wierenga. To read more of Emily’s words visit her at Canvas Child, her daily blog.