Your Sculptor has spoken Beauty lies within the broken Frozen twigs Like icy hearts A morning song they still sing Glistening Rocks layered with ice wait with hope, listening For NOTHING Not weather or nature Nor demons who prey like vultures Not fallen angels or his minions Not death itself because in Him death is … Continue reading

Waiting for Winter

The wait for winter When the wind gets colder And the days get shorter Incrementally The finality of Fall Becomes a reality Not with doom Rather ... soon A season of snug Warm fires or blankets and hot chocolate in a mug The sweet celebration The coming of Our Messiah, Our Lord His birth Never … Continue reading Waiting for Winter

His Expanse

expanse his sky's winter dance a canvas of white purity in flight a call to surrender all He paints hope for those on a precipice, those feet sliding down an icy slope His powerful light speaks life to every soul in fright, in strife, in pain cut with satan's knife just a glimmer extinguishes death's … Continue reading His Expanse

Post Snow

A graveyard of sticks after the snow Some walks unshoveled leaving question of where to go Frigid lines, icy and stiff Pine needles … cold but close enough to sniff Winter decreases motivation The loss of color, an abomination Yet there is bright Snow-capped lantern day or night Ahh yes, we are not alone Though … Continue reading Post Snow