



In the wintertime of my soul
barren branches stand stark
clothed in heaviness of ice
bestowed by winter night storm.
But then comes morning
lavishing warm, bright sun
on my hard-stiff self
revealing resplendent prisms
glistening grace-fullness
untold beauty
hidden in the night.
I bask long in this Light
holding on so tenaciously,
to this moment of Transfiguration.
Reluctant, resistant am I
to let go
to allow myself to become
liquid in this Light.
So unaware in the releasing
life-giving water will flow
seep deep into the ground of my being
transforming my winter soul
into the vibrant beauty of springtime.
(Note: Sister Donna Butler created this piece in February 2007)