Cold’s Comfort
Photo by Phil Hutcherson onmurdencove.com
Cold’s Comfort
When the Dark holds tight
In the noon of Night
May I trust the coming Sunrise
To gently cup my face, to delight
When the Winter squeeze
Hugs my bones in freeze
May I accept the Cold’s comfort
An unchosen Stillness, enforcing ease
When the arctic chill of Death
Shortens my achingly stunned Breath
May I sense the miracle of Aliveness
Alone with empty chairs, Spirit swept
When the frosted glass of Truth
Obscures my future longview
May I follow the path of Love
One breath, one step, the Way thru
When Winter comes with a Seer
An uninvited guest, anytime of year
May I remember the deeper Well—
The Fire burning within, right HERE