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soul-spring

the clouds are moving quickly today. the sky is restless, as though in trembling anticipation of some great event. i, along with the darting wind and quivering trees, am not sure whether this change is for the better or worse. today is a great battle of Spring and Autumn, with Winter still clinging to a remnant of earth with her slowly-loosening grip. Spring is new on the scene, calling for Summer to break through the darkened sky in all her glory and melt the last icy fragments of winter. Autumn refuses to concede that her work has come to naught, and her leaves flurry furiously in the air, rustling amongst themselves, having been disturbed from a deep sleep as their thick blanket has dissolved, baring them to the still-chilled breath of Spring. it is through this breath she strives to inspire life in the frigid ground, shaking mother earth from her slumber. the birds are the first to foresee the approaching reign of Summer, heralding their approval with sweet chirps and heightened activity, preparing for her triumphant return.

change is fearsome. even though i see now the blue sky peering out from her cloudy cell, i am not entirely confident of her release. if it is i who must defend her, then i fear she shall remain imprisoned forever. i know myself too well. unless the King of Heaven himself comes to our aid, i know i cannot see the sun of the kingdom. in this moment of anticipatory darkness, though, i feel an awakening of hope, of faith that something greater will come through the temporary unsettling of this change.

i see the clouds breaking apart, indeed growing brighter as i write, loosing their chains on the light from above. the birds are charged with more vigour than ever before. their sight of a kingdom unseen is contagious. with the Prince's defense, the King of Heaven will come to my aid. despite blunders of past mistakes, i know that my Redeemer lives, and it is he that makes everything beautiful in its time. though winter may last for the night, a new day approaches, and joy will come in the morning. weary trepidation has turned to the thrill of a glory seen from afar, instilling a confidence to take each new step knowing that the dawn of soul's summer is immanent.
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