When The World Turns Away

Where will it go from here? We see spring uncurling itself from under the frost and snow as green returns to this brown dead land. The birds come out of silence as the waters begin to flow once more. We feel the pulse of life returning and the warmth of living against our fingertips.

Each year the world turns and it all begins anew. We thought we had grown cold and tired under the heavy winter nights that press down on our days, making everything into distance and a battle against the world that lies beyond this warm safe cave we have made here for ourselves.

One spring returns again though, the world holds out its arms to welcome us, once more, back into its embrace. We no longer have to fight against the world gone cold; we become part of its warmth and living heartbeat again.

Each year the world turns its face back towards us once again, as though we have been forgiven of something too large to put a name to it. In the old days it would have been called the wrath of the gods and it is easy to see how and why the gods we made to shoulder the blame for harsh lives. We no longer have the need for such things now though, even though the world turns its seasons around in the same old way, we have got older and a little wiser and no longer look for the hollow faces of the gods to blame when the world does turn itself away from us again.