Today, it is this very small thing that has shone light into the darkness of loss.
It is a small thing. A quiet thing. Life pushing it's way out despite the cold of winter.
How intertwined are these two things: life and death. Joy becomes sweeter because of pain. Loss gives gratitude a richer meaning.
And now, just before Christmas, I think of the Christ-child, a blossom of Hope born into a broken, violent world.
"Long lay the world, in sin and error pining, til He appeared and the soul felt its worth."