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Rest before the waking
A wintering step about stillness, restoration, and the hope that remains beneath the surface.
Embers in the Snow
Lying here in the quiet snow
White folds holding softly
The hush of new beginnings
A chapter waiting to open
On this blank winter page
In this moment all is still
Beneath the cold and dark
The slate is gently clearing
The field rests in pristine sleep
Restoring to its nature
While life about lies dormant
Preparing to awaken
Beneath the frosty fleece
Are hearts alight with hope
Still warm with expectation
Of the budding season nigh
These embers in the snow
Proof and promise both
That life continues forward
Through every changing cycle
Across every shifting season
For it is to your very heart
That this winter comes to say:
Let go of what is heavy
Rest before the waking
Tend your embers loyally
Spring is nearly breaking