We will soon leave the time of epiphany. We will trade the star and the angel messengers for ashes on our foreheads.
We may not have realized that the time of epiphany stretched on beyond January 6. We might not have recognized the wise ones and the gifts they would give us.
We may have already been living in the land of ash. We may feel that our frozen surfaces will never thaw.
We cannot fathom how we will stitch the fabric of society back together again. Our arthritic fingers throb with pain even before we have started.
But if we look closely, we can see that the birds have begun their great migration to return to us.
The first flowers push through the hard earth.
The world returns to resurrection.
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Beautiful.
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