The sound of the snow
crunching under my feet
the frozen toes and
this loss of heat
has me shaking in my car
and dreams of traveling afar
far away from here.
I can not contain this
migrant heart
when winds of change
begin to start
and here on
an indistinct day
when storms blow in
and make me say
“I’m far too long
on winter’s day.”
A ray of light
on silver thread
finding some joy
when joy is dead
my hand outstretched
and open wide
Lord help me brave
this wintry tide.
Pastor's Ponderings 
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