Today I will look for God.
Just like I do everyday, at least on the days I’m not too harried.
It is easy to find him in spring with new life imminent.
It is easy to find him in summer with its long, lazy days.
It is not hard to find him in autumn, with its glorious bursting colors.
But winter.
In winter I find him on the branches of seemingly dead trees glistening with ice.
I hear him in the birdsong as they bravely carry on, encouraging one another.
I find him in the crunchy blades of grass under my boots.
I feel his breath on my cheeks and nose.
I see him in a multitude of grackles pecking a frozen ground.
I hear him in the heavy silence all around. Be still and listen.
In the winter season, he is still there.
Seek, then find.
Angel Wheeler 