bleak winter knocks
by Elouise
bleak winter
knocks on the door –
my heart leaps
We’re in the middle of an unusually cold, windy December. Too cold to do my normal outside walking. Gusts of wind rattle our old house, toss garbage cans around in the driveway. Our cat Smudge goes on high alert.
It’s also Advent, time to prepare for the coming of the Messiah. I can’t help making the connection between our bleak winter and one of my favorite Christmas carols, “In the Bleak Midwinter,” words by Christina Georgina Rossetti.
The last verse is my favorite. I memorized it when I was a child.
What can I give Him,
Poor as I am? —
If I were a Shepherd
I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part, —
Yet what I can I give Him, —
Give my heart.
As a child I didn’t understand what it meant to give my heart. Today I understand more, but not everything. It’s comforting to give my heart to the One who knows me best. Especially when bleak winter comes knocking at the door in the midst of uncertainty and change. Perhaps my small heart will warm and comfort this Child who is so like and unlike I am.
Advent blessings to each of you, from my heart to yours.♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 14 December 2017
Photo by David Byrne, found at http://www.85mm.co.uk
“Bleak Winter,” Scotland
great post, sweet sentiments, happy christmas
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Thank you! And the same to you.
Elouise
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Thank you, kindly!
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So Lovely 🙂 Happy Christmas!
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Thank you, Morgan, and the same right back to You! 😊
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An odd mixture of clouds and sunny cold days right now. Today while out clearing the driveway of our small amount of snow, it was brilliant out & a red-tailed hawk came to keep me company in a tree across the street. Earlier this week while out in the evening, I realized you could probably see our neighborhood from outer space, there were so many Christmas lights. Interestingly, our neighborhood was always pretty sedate during Christmas – until 9/11. Since that year, it has been lit up, almost shaking a fist at the darkness and terror. Advent blessings!
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Thanks, Meg! I love your description of your neighborhood post-9/11.
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I remember those words well too from childhood, thanks for the reminder ❤ ❤
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