Saturday, March 11, 2023

In deep (and snowy) nights

Those 76ers are FUN to watch right now. Last night they came back from being down 21 to win by 1 in the final seconds, riding on the coattails of superstar Joel Embiid. But, in reality, based on the highlights, it seems to have been an incredible team effort. Oh, if only to live somewhere where the game was broadcast!

Basketball (college and professional) has been keeping me awake later than usual lately.

Speaking of nighttime... while they're always applicable, I think of these lines from Rilke as a particularly Lenten verse. They come from his book, The Book of Hours (II, 34), which is chock-full of beautiful, holy imagery.

In deep nights I dig for you like treasure.
For all I have seen
that clutters the surface of my world
is poor and paltry substitute
for the beauty of you
that has not yet happened.

Isn't that what we're doing during these forty days, digging deeply in the darkness to continue seeking God in our lives, anticipating the beauty of Resurrection? And goodness, don't I all too often complicate the process? Dragging along too much equipment, forgetting how simple and beautiful the search itself can be. Oh well, keep digging, Val.

The treasure surrounds us, everywhere.

The stained-glass from the other side...a less-frequently captured photo.

On a previous post, I showed the daffodils popping through a dead leaf,
and here they are, taller than yesterday's snow.

One morning last week I noticed the forsythia looked like they were starting to bud,
and now they have some snowy companionship.

Scholastica with her snow cap on.

Let us walk in the holy presence.

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