Meditation by Rev. Diane Rollert, 10 January 2010
Cold winter morning,
yet the sky is glorious before the grey clouds set in.
A sunrise of rose and red
against indigo and gold
reflected in fields of white snow.
How will we remember to be grateful
for small things?
How will we have the courage
we see in others
who are not afraid to face
life as it walks with death?
How will we learn to accept
that with all things
there are beginnings, and endings,
imperfection and imprecision,
the unanswered questions
and the complexity?
A voice calls out into the wilderness of winter.
Come in,
no matter how great your fear of love.
Come in, whether your step is tentative or strong.
Come into this ever-widening circle.
You are home.
Here may you find peace in the quiet of a heartbeat.
May the voice of the drum speak.
