The changing of the seasons has always been a time that brings back so many memories, both pleasant and painful. The seasons are often times used in literature to symbolize different things. The Bible also uses the metaphor of seasons for so many things, and the seasons also symbolize so many biblical truths. God obviously knew what he was doing when he made the seasons.
I just found this Emily Dickinson poem a couple of weeks ago and it made me really think about spring as a symbol of rebirth, or in the Christian context, a symbol of being born again. Beginning in the fall and continuing throught the winter all of the plants have the appearance of being dead and then all of a sudden they burst for into new life in spring. The last two lines of this poem particularly grabbed my attention "And Nicodemus' mystery Receives its annual reply". Nicodemus' mystery is; how can a person that is already old be born again? God has given us a beautiful reminder of our birth into a new life in him, it will be awesome to reflect on this miracle in the coming weeks as we see the leaves and the flowers break forth into new life.
Here is the poem by Emily Dickinson
An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere;
An axe shrill singing in the woods;
Fern-odors on untraveled roads,-
All this, and more I cannot tell,
A furtive look you know as well,
And Nicodemus' mystery
Receives its annual reply.
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Spring, yes.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful thought, worth meditating on. I appreciate you incorporating the poetry, Hunter.
ReplyDeleteI think one of the reasons I so despise the month of February is because it kind of functions as the Saturday in between Good Friday and Easter Sunday in the seasonal metaphor. Hope feels distant at best, and the anticipation of spring seems to make the month feel especially long. That's one of the reasons I love March.
ReplyDeleteRemembered this post longing for spring. Had to revisit. #thisblog
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