O God who shoots forth in our gardens…
grows as winter’s wheat…
God who breaks through thistles and thorns…
blossoms in field and forest.

In the winter of our soul we long for your coming
To warm our hearts and cheer our spirits.
In the cold of our frozen lives we await your arrival
To thaw our relationships and fire our visions.

Your Spirit comes upon him:
The one who bears your likeness
The one who bears our flesh.
The one who carries all creation.   
The one who carries our burdens.

His understanding sees into our very being
His wisdom overwhelms our deepest doubts
His knowledge vanquishes our ignorance

His counsel will guide us when we are lost...
protect us when we are weak…
lift us when we are down.

Your …