Winter Retreat

By Elaine Knudtson

Snowflakes float on the breath of winter like dandelion fluff in spring.

Puffs of white blossoms collect in the fingers of naked branches.

Mountains, obscured by the curtain of white, enclose my silent retreat.

The wooden crucifix, oblivious to the cold, hangs as a sentinel, suspended between heaven and earth.

Behind the framed window, protected and warm, the page elicits reflection like the snow entices footprints.

Why am I here?

To hear the breath and pulse of God in the silence.



Open to the Spirit,

Fear melts as willfulness dissolves into trust.

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Paul was a preacher and teacher until he retired in 2015. He continues to write and listen to what God is saying to him in the ordinary and extraordinary things of life. Elaine was a public school teacher and administrator until she retired in 2018. She is using her retirement to reflect on God's work in her life and to share insights with her family and friends.

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