Pensees
These are the gray days.
Overcast February skies.
Yard, brown. Trees, leafless.
Winter drags on.
Cold penetrates to the bones
When does Spring come?
“We are never living, but hoping to live; and whilst we are always preparing to be happy, it is certain, we never shall be so, if we aspire to no other happiness than what can be enjoyed in this life” (Blaise Pascal, Pensees).
My hope,
“See! The winter is past,
the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth,
the season of singing has come.”
Song of Songs 2:11-12
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