Appearance

So what do you think about it?

Is this not a question of emphasis.

Thinking of the “so what”?

Or think of the “it”?

Or the “you”?

Or thinking about the “thought”?

Or the “do”?

Or the “what”?

Or the “about”?

Or just the “so”?

So what’s the difference?

Spot the difference?

Feel the difference.

Entertain the difference.

Make a difference.

So what are you looking at?

Look again.

Look again at the way you look.

For I will give you clarity.

Clear vision.

Crystal clear.

Up close and personal.

Vision beyond the horizon..

Same but different.

All the same, but different.

How can you tell the season has changed?

Is it by looking at your calendar?

Or is it by looking at the environment?

If you had no calendar and you saw the snow, what season would you think it is?

Winter

If you awoke to intense heat, what season would you think it was?

Summer

Yet here you find yourself in the midst of spring, wearing winter clothes.

Yet here is a better sign….

The blossoming of the flowers.

For when the flowers blossom that’s when you know spring has come.

Is it not the season of the greatest joy?

For it is the sign of imminent growth.

For first the flower, then the fruit.

Look for the blossom as a sign of growth.

For behold the winter is past, the rain is over and gone, and spring has come.

For you also know the sound of the season by the voice of the bird.

Absent in winter, but so loud in spring.

Can you not hear the sound of spring?

For my creation announces the dawn of a new season.

Song of Songs 2:10-17 My beloved speaks and says to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth and ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom and give forth their fragrance.Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. So I went with him, and when we were climbing the rocky steps up the hillside, my beloved shepherd said to me O my dove, while you are here in the seclusion of the clefts in the solid rock, in the sheltered and secret place of the cliff, let me see your face,let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. My heart was touched and I fervently sang to him my desire Take for us the foxes, thelittle foxes that spoil the vineyards of our love, for our vineyards are in blossom. She said distinctly My beloved is mine and I am his! He pastures his flocks among the lilies. Then, longingly addressing her absent shepherd, she cried Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, return hastily, O my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young hart as you cover the mountains which separate us.

For the flowers appear on the earth.

One moment a seed, then a bud, but nothing stands out, nothing in appearance to make them stand out.

It is only when in blossom the seed attracts attention.

On moment, hidden, blending in, camouflaged, there but not there.

One walks by, another walks by, without noticing that which is before them.

Then in a moment, in an instant, the flower appears.

Announcing its presence, proclaiming the growth that is to come.

For you don’t need to look for it, the flower announces its presence and invites your attention.

For spring has come.

The time of growth has come.

For what caused the seed to blossom?

What caused the bursting forth?

How did this come about?

Is this not the same seed?

The unnoticed seed, the ignored seed, the hidden seed?

Now bursting forth with colour.

In the prior season, you could see no growth, no difference, no change, no impact, there was nothing to attract attention.

Yet now in this season, I am attracting attention, inviting reproduction, inviting proximity, inviting multiplication, from far and wide they shall come.

Drawn to that which I have deposited.

Same but different.

Not same old, but same new.

My version of a makeover.

My version of an upgrade.

Same but new.

From without form or comeliness, to a object of great beauty.

For the seed carries much form, but lies dormant until the time of the appointment, the appointed time.

The egg and the seed almost invisible, without form, yet possessing great shape.

Even when born, nothing to attract apart from the fascination with the new the birth of the new. It is only when the baby is mature, that its full beauty is displayed.

Yet there is something special about you as you enter this new season.

Like the blossoming flower I have given you a new appearance, a new way to see, and a new way to be seen.

Just like the flower cannot be put back into the bud from which it comes, there is no turning back the seasons.

For I have given you something to remember this new season by.

Something to look upon, something to wear, something to indicate to you that winter is over and gone, and the time of the blossoming is here.

Evidence is before your very eyes, that I am doing a new thing.

For there is no question, no arguing to be had, no other thought, nothing more to consider, that the vines are in blossom.