I watch the ice grow on their boughs.
Limbs, once barely noticeable are made
visible by the burdens they carry as it threatens
their very existence. Heavy is the weight
that pulls gravity to the ground. The limbs
canít shake the burden that they carry as
many fail and crack in death throes as they
fall to the ground to forever be with the earth.
I listen to my forest as life bleeds within. I,
like my trees carry burdens iced on strong limbs
pulling me to the death of the ground. Strong is the
desire to succumb to the bidding of the winter, however
the knowledge of a spring sustains the life and the
heaviness of the ice. As each twig is manifest and made
known so are our burdens that we carry made known
while we continue to carry them along our path.
Within our knowledge our soul creates our passion
for life and thus heats our bodies to melt the ice that
encapsulates our every movement. Light will be our
hearts and feet once our burdens are melted by the
goodness we have held in deep places within our chambers
locked away only to be opened in dire need. Spread forth
your love, your smiles and your laughter. Let not your limbs
fail you under the weight. Lift up your boughs high to meet
your sun as His warmth will forever chip away at the ice you
have allowed to build up within your soul.
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