Just before the sun comes up
I head out to the barn
The soil’s turned concrete
or granite?
It’s so hard!
I head out to the barn
The soil’s turned concrete
or granite?
It’s so hard!
Nice to think it’s just a crust
shielding life down deep
Creatures live, under the frost
roots are holding life
Makes me think of a birthday candle
that relights itself, again and again
Winter snorts and blows
icing the world
but, aha!, nestled down
nature lives, and readies
for the world to tilt back
sun warming again
in spring
What things do hold us?
What is permanent
not held by winter’s cold?
One, I posit, is love.
A mystery, a fact
part of a couple
united in marriage and more
caring, yes, but more
sacrificing
self for others
What is permanent
not held by winter’s cold?
One, I posit, is love.
A mystery, a fact
part of a couple
united in marriage and more
caring, yes, but more
sacrificing
self for others
How appropriate that in bleak midwinter
a child is born, for all mankind
wrapping a blanket around God’s love
Holding us close, communicating
caring, yes, but more
sacrificing
self for others
Selah, Lin Christmas 2013