Bake me a significance

Winter, many people adore.
The cold winds blew our cheeks and the trickles of rain against the skin.
The people on the streets were clad in their fashionable wear, ready for the day.
The days were abundant with peace and joy tinged their tips and edges.
The moments became captured on screens and immortalized in our memory.

Shoving past, people were busy with their agendas.
The buildings were an eclectic mix of the new and really old.
But they speak volumes of truth and history.
My mind was expanded and knowledge blew me off, like the winds and the rains.
The smallest detail turned into the biggest magnified vision.
The little trivials became important at random.
I collect them all, all these days.
They meant something.

I finally saw my dreams coming alive.
My idolized artworks and artists were no longer at face value, but they were intimate with me.
All my life, I have committed to these objects of worship but they have objectified me instead.
My thoughts cry out and I have to hide them. But bittersweet, I swallow those exclamations.
I think I slept like a baby at night, in the comfort of God’s protection.
I know He covered me.
My weaknesses were forgiven.
My strengths were used.
I knew.

Cornucopia of choices, we have that.
We made our choice, we went ahead with them.
We were decisive and we do not contradict.
We need to be independent and not be fearful.
We learn about ourselves and others.
Deep down, we pray.
And hope each day is safe and safer.

And we are back, only to be at the beginning again.
Winter, many people adore.