Warm Winter’s Day: A Doxology

Warm Winter’s Day: A Doxology

Bethany M. Colas 

We feel the glory of the Lord
today, when fifty degrees
on the far edge of winter
warms our bones,
and you sink your small hands
into a bucket of mud.

When your hair falls over your eyes
you push it aside
leaving streaks across your brow
from the cuff of your shirt caked with dirt.

You see with your hands
where life resides.

You know with your eyes
that beneath the parched crust
you’ll dig with your spade
and find handfuls of clay.

You believe with your body
in the power of water

to give dry ground a drink
(it’s the best last resort you’ve had
carried in a cup
by hands that care for you).
The revival is in the kneading--
the hands working hard

the pleasure in the work
and the feel beneath your palms
of the softening of the earth.

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Bethany M. Colas 
Writer & Poet 

Bethany is an American expat living in London, England with her husband, three children, and yellow labrador, Lemon. You can find more of her writing at www.bethanycolas.wixsite.com/notetoself or on Instagram @bethanymariecolas.

Photography by Annie Spratt