Thursday, January 15, 2015

Fire and Ice

O that today you would listen to his voice! ‘Harden not your hearts.’
                                                                                                                   Psalm 94

                                                               The light is laying its hands
                                                      over the pale shoulders of hills.

                                                      The unbearable cold reminding us
                                                      again, the limits of this world.

                                                      Flecks of star-fire
                                                      in the bone-blue drapery of snow.

                                                      Strung ice chiming ancient songs
                                                      through the old, anchored trees 

                                                      that are shimmering 
                                                      like a million glass flowers;

                                                      like an offering
                                                      beyond the panes of our weary and numb hearts,

                                                      where everything disappearing 
                                                      blazes like beacons of hope. 


  1. I love the Star fire and ancient song… I love the time immemorial and the reach back to the beginning and before the beginnings. You skillfully take the vast directly to us, to the panes of our numb hearts. The title please neatly with these concepts and conceit. Brava! There is joy in January...(!)

    1. Thank you Amy. Yes, there is joy in any season if we can only look and see!! May you embrace the beauty surrounding us...God Bless...

  2. It's a beauty!!! So lovely-old, anchored trees-what an image!