My Heart Writes Again

Time transpires.  Holidays advance.  We burn candles and sing and celebrate Holy Life.  We share gifts and hugs and snuggles and warmth.
We eat and sleep and explore and learn.

And still.  My heart writes.

We begin anew and recommit to greatness.  We dream big dreams and dare to be bold and say we can.  We encourage another and fight the temptation to compare and compete.
We laugh and love.  We look back and prepare ahead.

And still.  My heart writes.

We fight the wearies and we retreat.  We plug our ears to the noise around us.  Sounds which ring familiar and therefore, unhelpful.  We drone back into the day in and day out.  Our dreams slightly fade.  We work and we rest.  We sip chocolate by inviting fires.  We read and we wait.  We watch and we wait.  We listen. And we wait.

And still.  My heart writes.

We get up and we start again.  We hope through challenges.  We struggle.  Yet we remain.  We trust and we pray and we study and we pray and we give attention.  And we pray. And we wait.
We cook and we clean and we drive and we talk and we listen and we build and we sell and we buy and we do. And do.  And do.  And do.

And still.  My heart writes.

Through the heartache.  Through your tears.  Through my own.  Through impatience.  And discontent.  Through sorrows.  And laughter.  Through frustration.  And gratitude.

Still.  My heart writes.

Through the cold and then the spring.  Winter vastness and warming freshness.
Pondering.  Wondering.  Waiting.  Wandering.
Thanking.  Forgetting.  And thanking again.
Celebrating.  Mourning.  Learning.  Growing.
Resting.  Rising. Hot manna sipping.

Still.

My heart.

Writes.

Again.