Snow on the Bluegrass
Our land of Lincoln has a four-inch blanket of snow this morning under a pale blue sunny sky. With the snow comes a palpable silence as though the land needs its inhabitants to quietly study their lives before the thaw comes. The trees point their long white leafless fingers in all directions in seemingly some ancient act of purification, an invitation to all to consider new possibilities for change and abstention of prior misdeeds…a glorification of perhaps life’s ultimate meanings and purpose, yet one more way to speak the words of Ecclesiastes…simply a time to reassess our belief systems and allow that just maybe there is a greater source and sustenance of our humble existence.
Billy Ray Chitwood – January 24, 2015
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