Orion

Walking up along the path tonight, I met Orion singing softly over the horizon. The Evening Star was setting; quietly she beamed her gifts of love and beauty down to those who watch for them. An Evening became Night, and now Night turns ever slowly, ever surely into Day. The cold came back into the air, and I was alone again, walking amongst the lingering snow.

I wonder tonight if what I once thought was strength is actually stubbornness. True strength, real strength comes only from above, while stubbornness seems to build up from somewhere under the feet. Then from a location near the liver, roots find soil to take hold on and send forth leafy branches to cover the eyes. Is it strength or stubbornness that so resiliently blocks out those experiences that threaten a fragile sense of self-worth? Wind and mud brought release and hopeful feelings. Now gazing up at a starry warrior in the clear, cold sky brings a feeling of gentle warning not to run away with momentary freedom, but to carry on all the clearer, all the while asking the Lord above for true strength.