The Winter Solstice.

It’s time again to see the essence ‘neath the facade of what begins before us. The coal-black skies and lifeless frames that were once budding trees and ripening fruits are but temporary situations, brought about since the very beginning of summer. The eyes tremble before the very thought that what I see this moment is not true as it is deep within.

Waking up early is a blessing for I can witness the unfolding of dawn, and I can see for real that this darkness has no identity by itself. There is always a mirror image of wondrous, spectacular light that reflects the darkest hours. Perhaps this is what winter is here to show me so compassionately, it is never as it seems. The uncertainty, doubt and harshness are only the other sides of the coin— it is followed by the truest dawn, the most spellbinding kind of light that makes you forget how it was like to be so insecure.

Winter is but a spring in action, and so the harshness before me is but the fleeting absence of life, and it will soon unfold by nature.

I take this to heart— should I be enveloped by insecure doubt, it would be heart-warming to remember that it is but a temporary phase. And just like those wintery, lifeless trees and birds— they wait. They do not toil nor turn, they simply wait for the appropriate timing to showcase what they’ve been made to do.

Alas, when doubt is here— it is to embraced, and it is to be the canvas upon which beautiful patience and unbreakable faith can be painted with reverent brushstrokes. Oh, what would it mean to orchestrate life without the patient artfulness of having a blank canvas? It is our nature— and we do our part.

All is foreordained to unfold itself, in the light of God.