The Chill in the Air

Winter in His breath

Though Autumn we just met


His fresh Spirit-breeze

Speaks with such ease … leaves

My starving soul

Awakened in this morning stroll


A craving to taste

His body broken … for I dare not waste

His sacrifice, His death for me

My desire

For Him to lift me higher

As I bow in radical surrender


Me with Christ, Him in me


Thank you for your readership here at the poetry blog. All photos in today’s post are from Pixabay.

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Have a beauty-full day.

In Christ,




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